Post by mfwilkie on Oct 17, 2009 12:33:23 GMT -5
I
It's 5am.
Fog hangs beneath, above and through—surrounds—
old leaves—obliterates the usual view.
No wind to move debris.
No sound of decay.
No deep belching from a passing train.
All's silent and white.
And waiting for possession.
I'm season-stuck until the snow flies.
II
Take a ten-minute window—
fill it with what you want someone to hear—
a stream, perspective's footsteps—
a magnolia pod bruising thought.
III
evolution of an ending.
Cornbread and tea, for me, for J.D.,
but not for Jack, his regulated dog.
And for Tim at the gym?
It'll come later. None for David.
His food-free day's across town.
He's busy mouthing punctuation,
chewing creation with a bottle
of city gin nearby—
knee-deep in the evolution of an ending.
Tonight's metaphorical steak
just might be chicken. Roasted. Dripping.
Sweet!
Open a pomegranate and magnolias fall out.
And sometimes, rain and sun show up together.
It's 5am.
Fog hangs beneath, above and through—surrounds—
old leaves—obliterates the usual view.
No wind to move debris.
No sound of decay.
No deep belching from a passing train.
All's silent and white.
And waiting for possession.
I'm season-stuck until the snow flies.
II
Take a ten-minute window—
fill it with what you want someone to hear—
a stream, perspective's footsteps—
a magnolia pod bruising thought.
III
evolution of an ending.
Cornbread and tea, for me, for J.D.,
but not for Jack, his regulated dog.
And for Tim at the gym?
It'll come later. None for David.
His food-free day's across town.
He's busy mouthing punctuation,
chewing creation with a bottle
of city gin nearby—
knee-deep in the evolution of an ending.
Tonight's metaphorical steak
just might be chicken. Roasted. Dripping.
Sweet!
Open a pomegranate and magnolias fall out.
And sometimes, rain and sun show up together.
