02-23-2023, 08:06 AM
Levitation
After the coffee,
two cigarettes, I read
poems in the Pig Pen.
Then I poke around
old wounds, a chapter of the Koran,
a soccer game,
feeling them out in a mind
tangled with too many loose wires.
Take the dog to the park
sit with a hung jury of old men
talking of motorcycle gas tanks,
why dogs hump, an early Spring.
Watch the river, its current stilled
by drought, an old thing itself,
its surface an empty road,
turtles waiting for winter's end.
Another day, an other time,
this time that makes a shadow
where my mind is still.
After the coffee,
two cigarettes, I read
poems in the Pig Pen.
Then I poke around
old wounds, a chapter of the Koran,
a soccer game,
feeling them out in a mind
tangled with too many loose wires.
Take the dog to the park
sit with a hung jury of old men
talking of motorcycle gas tanks,
why dogs hump, an early Spring.
Watch the river, its current stilled
by drought, an old thing itself,
its surface an empty road,
turtles waiting for winter's end.
Another day, an other time,
this time that makes a shadow
where my mind is still.