between the holidays
the townhouse drips
drops cling to faded green
on winding bark
ashalt matches sky
the year's last triangle
quickly hovers from branch
to leaking gray
even so
the necks of pigeons
are iridescent
~la haba lima
drops cling to faded green
on winding bark
ashalt matches sky
the year's last triangle
quickly hovers from branch
to leaking gray
even so
the necks of pigeons
are iridescent
~la haba lima
posted by friars | Thursday, December 29, 2005
2 Comments:
well welcome la haba lima...
thanx for the great pome...
keep 'em coming...
haba lima,
bien venue!
a response:
there is something Darwinian about today
crusty snow mounds, dirty weeping
the limp cedar
the ruts through the empty grass lot
a dog barking behind a fence
from between the houses
and the light is like shingle smoke
over the Marne
flattering to greened copper
and shallow enough
for a fish
to try his luck on land
in the air
if there is such a thing
are rumbles
lapping the river’s echo
of pave layers
of hammer and nut lineman
of clock radio news
and mattress money
a day of moments
that can’t be carved apart
a city in trance
people huddling
sharing curtains
we have no rose petals
to lay at your feet
the roses are away
and you laid bare our trees
and numbers and equations
have proven
that you are without mercy
under my window
you shuffle like a mute army
and your wounds do not stir me
l'a-ro
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