Monday, March 09, 2009

dark sky's an undertow - ekphrasis 9

for Rowan Harris



the steep dish sides of a holding cell
waiting the breath for gluey bile

our secret city under constant watching
some tremor caused by urchins and flirts

listed on the sides of milk cartons
remind us of our green grass gardens

yonder the wondering corn meal cookies
we shared at the wedding in Wyoming

where there, there is no water to speak of
we made juice out of trees and rain

and sucked our thumbs as we dreamed
about such cities as this one

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

This is very cool.