12-29-2025, 11:34 PM
Wordless
I don’t know the names of plants
which makes it difficult to describe
scenes encountered outside:
glistened boughs and wet leaf confetti
slight fair afternoons renewed by deluge;
grassy path doesn’t grasp the shivering caress
of blue petals among sandy-blonde strands.
I can’t recall the names of birds
so the best I can do is tell you
about the balance of a hollow pear
on a pencil-thin branch under siege
from fitful gusts; but I’ve left out
the tail, the way it twitches as a cat’s
ears or a TV screen stuck between signals.
The names of clouds escape me, dissipate
into gray passages in my heavy textbook
of thoughts; I see the sun-yellow highlight
bright on the crest of the word to express
this lock of wool tethered to an invisible line
and lured across the crayon sky, unspooling
until wafted – the impression fading to forgotten.
I don’t know the names of plants
which makes it difficult to describe
scenes encountered outside:
glistened boughs and wet leaf confetti
slight fair afternoons renewed by deluge;
grassy path doesn’t grasp the shivering caress
of blue petals among sandy-blonde strands.
I can’t recall the names of birds
so the best I can do is tell you
about the balance of a hollow pear
on a pencil-thin branch under siege
from fitful gusts; but I’ve left out
the tail, the way it twitches as a cat’s
ears or a TV screen stuck between signals.
The names of clouds escape me, dissipate
into gray passages in my heavy textbook
of thoughts; I see the sun-yellow highlight
bright on the crest of the word to express
this lock of wool tethered to an invisible line
and lured across the crayon sky, unspooling
until wafted – the impression fading to forgotten.