here a morning room
lack of light–
no present moon,
and the trash
man backs in & dumps
our leavings to
the sound of jazz
some bump -kerplunk-
from a warm wooden
floor, the leftovers
we had scouered
from the early night
before, and sure it
is beautiful, and
this now waking up
time is just mine.
all inside and
the just outside…
sound in my ears,
sight in my eyes.
here a morning room
Stepping through tall blonde prairie grass
I leave one modern world quickly behind,
busy it buzzes & calls in sirens & hums,
lost out here on my own, biding my time.
Leave colors inexplicable
Roots simply acquiesced
Bark came torn to forcibly
Counting the rings within
St. Anthony Main was taken
on a summer’s dusk
through an old camera lens,
near the Mississippi and giant cotton woods,
people in dress—exposed flesh,
on bike, on foot,
on patios seeming elegant.
The redbrick streets
below told them
to stay out and go;
worn down, and by ice cracked,
each square watched,
unable to properly stress:
for winter would come to take it all away,
their warmth in breath,
hot sun, breezy outside comfort
and laisse faire sentiment—
what they had missed at that time
would turn cold-fast to regret.
O’ the summer is spent.
O’ take what we can get.
Milky veiled were silhouettes of downtown buildings from 280 at rush hour,
Wildfire smoke of Canada had pushed thru blanketing the humid heartland.
a million worlds balanced atop globules
of settled wake and rain, dancing on strung-up
green leathered water lilies in rolling waves.
These beaded reflections, moving,
were a million of you and a million of me;
crystals bouncing with electric light, cosmos lithe,
changing, above tadpole, water beetle, and autumn’s fallen leaves.
No question these microcosms stand in wait,
bobbing on a clear lake,
on each movement thrown within,
contemplating nothing—save for seen,
by those who pass in man-powered vessels,
just a moment in time, taking what they can.
Seagulls carried shadows
above their lives on a lake.
Here, undulating up and down,
and many worlds away.
Wood laid in a pile,
brought down in the days before;
years of life soon ash.