Monday, October 11, 2010

That Really Happened

We plant ourselves
in lawn chairs in front of the house
the pipe legs sink into the mud
how much longer until we die
who sparks a minute a second time
and is out like something turned off
by a switch a rubber catcher's mitt
in front of the space called the sky
you can take a drubbing
no one will ever police you
your face is unforgettable light on grass
don't stand there walking away
all birds carry polio and I am
starting to understand how storms
seize the evening a soft coil
of hail cracked and pent up.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love this! Some storm!

8:52 AM  

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