"Head in Waves"
A Waste of Waters
Bed all morning,
stuttering rain. A car
hisses past, spraying
shoals of water
into green air.
If we stoppered some
in crystal with the light
slanting through, the world beyond
would waver, unsure whether
we had laid down together
because of the storm,
or because the world was full
of music---rolling tympani,
the reedy throats of birds.
2 comments:
Wonderful painting (really dandy!). Marvelous poem. I usually say more stuff, but that does cover the basics of my response. :)
Thanks! We've been enjoying your expanded comments over at Facebook, but we like Wonderful and Marvelous, too!
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