How long
will the butterflies
last. Your son
says fifty years.
Maybe one or two left
in the high Montana
Rockies. He says
by the time you die, dad
the sky will be forever
pale gray unforgivable,
like the sheer weight
of steel on the world.
Like Atlas you say,
holding up a
losing proposition. I am
always "suffering dreams
of a world gone mad."
My ethos savory
like a burnt offering.
Most of us
happened to Earth, unaware,
weather unpredictable, late
spring and early summer confused.
But the morning glories
still fight their way
out of the clay
to honor the Sun God and
the Prince of Flowers
who'll have nothing
to do with us, anymore.
Sunday, May 04, 2014
Saturday, May 03, 2014
Guitarists at Noon
It's not as if
they were drunk,
acting like Russian
Cosmonauts. In the
neighborhood it happened
while the dishes were being
dried, while the floors
were being swept.
Now you know
the august truth:
even a tether can
break. High up
in granite or even
when you're towing
an old Volkswagen:
you might see it
like a ghost
chasing you. Like
La Llorona in the
twilight beckoning
while the crepuscular
light does it work, whispers
that you stay. And let me
tell you there are
so many ways to go
on this ride. One time
the Hardy boys
jumped into the mix.
You never know what
might happen. Just
a story here and there
like so many mulberries
smashed into the sidewalk,
signifying summer, all
there is to come.
they were drunk,
acting like Russian
Cosmonauts. In the
neighborhood it happened
while the dishes were being
dried, while the floors
were being swept.
Now you know
the august truth:
even a tether can
break. High up
in granite or even
when you're towing
an old Volkswagen:
you might see it
like a ghost
chasing you. Like
La Llorona in the
twilight beckoning
while the crepuscular
light does it work, whispers
that you stay. And let me
tell you there are
so many ways to go
on this ride. One time
the Hardy boys
jumped into the mix.
You never know what
might happen. Just
a story here and there
like so many mulberries
smashed into the sidewalk,
signifying summer, all
there is to come.
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