How long can this drain of day
seep into the center of you
this watered and wet moan
I am tired of hearing
it says
I listen now to the yard
as the leaf catches the spray
the sound is as fingers
each tap tearing fragile
until they tuck their green down
The teal sky is relentless
in its hold on pretty
and nudges me from the corner
as I try to look away
The pigeon insists
I lean into all the open spaces
where sound carries me
and the children are the ones
that trace their laughter on my paper
and make me write the tickle
I cannot linger with you dark
for too bright is calling with airplanes
as leaves dancing down the alley
and the wind chime is playing me
It is no use protesting
the sprinkler’s speak
for it will have me
tossed and frazzled and seeping sighs
It will take my shoes off
and fly me into its chill
drown my hair and leave me
sizzling on the grass to dry
and does
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ReplyDelete"I listen now to the yard
as the leaf catches the spray
the sound is as fingers
each tap tearing fragile
until they tuck their green down
The teal sky is relentless
in its hold on pretty
and nudges me from the corner
as I try to look away
The pigeon insists
I lean into all the open spaces
where sound carries me
and the children are the ones
that trace their laughter on my paper
and make me write the tickle
I cannot linger with you dark
for too bright is calling with airplanes
as leaves dancing down the alley
and the wind chime is playing me"
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oh my its soooo good to read your magic poetry again...no one writes these vignettes of nature like you.. so many brilliant lines/images to capture this moment in your words like a poetic polaroid. awesome as always. :)
when life affords me more quiet time. I'll be exploring your body of work here.
jm