Tuesday, December 25, 2018

imagine a city


built
around
a tree

now imagine
yourself being
that tree

now
re-imagine
that city
swirling
around you

& only
this more
if that tree
were a spoon
or a pen

1 comment:

  1. Rearrangements

    exit steakhouse silly little dog eared paperback
    you pretend to have read
    and all around the cemetery there are
    the violet plantings going on at dawn

    don't fret
    don't laugh

    it's just what she last said before they
    took her away
    paradise is at the docks
    the waterfront you loved to walk
    hand in hand after dark
    the talcum powder she smelled of
    all fresh and bathed for you
    her one disaster

    and now in the new set up
    a few pens and pencils on your desk
    a newly washed mug for tea
    and that insistent sound of morning
    with a new set of wheels

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