My Green T-Shirt in 2020
There it wasNot all that importantWhere it had always beenFreshly laundered, foldedAnd then before I wear again,GoneLike any favoriteAnythingI never knew I...
Read Moreby s.r.g. | Aug 25, 2020 | vers libre | 0 |
There it wasNot all that importantWhere it had always beenFreshly laundered, foldedAnd then before I wear again,GoneLike any favoriteAnythingI never knew I...
Read Moreby s.r.g. | Jun 1, 2020 | vers libre | 0 |
mantis on our garden patio always praying thank you dear green one for your humble example
Read Moreby s.r.g. | May 5, 2016 | vers libre | 0 |
These mops don’t smell too good no matter how many ways you soak Them, frayed and rattled like the ends of torn tendons, spliced especially So the silken ligatures slowly dissolve into flesh, absorbed like a child Takes...
Read Moreby s.r.g. | Aug 19, 2015 | vers libre | 0 |
Work continues the same everywhere Beginning again in the early evenings Into the nights and mornings as quietly Changed into white clothes we wear Surface layers of dust that air brings Are wiped again until the cloth is...
Read Moreby s.r.g. | Aug 17, 2012 | vers libre | 0 |
The music, don't worry, carries away in a shopping basket, Frozen peas for a pillow, cool and soft, warm and sweet. Words and sounds decay through the air we breathe a dozen Breaths per minute, inhale, exhale, difficult as the...
Read Moreby s.r.g. | May 30, 2009 | vers libre | 0 |
Notions are hardly worth their whimsy, rising as oblong pockets from Feathered beds below the glassy sheet of calm. Nature turned her head Away while coughing, politely sparing us the lurches and trauma here As distant to...
Read Moreby s.r.g. | Apr 23, 2007 | vers libre | 0 |
Daily, when my wife waters our drying flora Morning and evening during summer months, Her mood blooms atop weeklong seed grass, Our sun-baked garden speaks to her, more a Maiden chorus greeting their sister at once, Seeds fallen...
Read Moreby s.r.g. | Mar 12, 2006 | vers libre | 0 |
Just parked in the driveway as usual On inertia now, noticing springs uncoiling Like night crawlers in our rain of waited Out lawn-watering curfews, casual Conversations on everything from petroleum Products to fabricated...
Read Moreby s.r.g. | Apr 13, 2004 | vers libre | 0 |
Such a beast as these jagged shards stacked amid flighty Scientific questions, sponge bathed lifeless limbs, stretcher, Armed military parade, wide load National Guard solemn Caravan toward hanger of reassembly, gathered in...
Read Moreby s.r.g. | Oct 25, 2003 | vers libre | 0 |
On the hillside our mothers stood in a chorus line, toes Pointed nakedly through sandals. Confused border collies Taking orders from instinct alone, fulfillment frowned Upon in one’s merely doing what feels what one knows (Quite...
Read Moreby s.r.g. | May 11, 2003 | vers libre | 0 |
Java tides erode smiles, warming tongues that gracefully move From subject to object, rich bitter concentrated dark language, The kind that burns as it comes and goes, in and out your throat. That acid, some sort of tannin,...
Read Moreby s.r.g. | Aug 12, 2002 | vers libre | 0 |
In the tall green; way beyond what needed mowing, The sun could have blown the lightning of your hair Again, a presence like a sheet snapping in the wind Flung across my face as though a crooked blowing Motion was all it took to...
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