Now that everyone's
looking, let's say it:
Ants know nothing
they travel illegibly
you're a windmill
fielding vacuums
while they prowl
decompositional
splicing suburbia,
picnics; where
I like when you lie
(above me, hovering)
love scissored restless
wake up happy wake up
margins of repeated dying
sun our un-tempered hope.
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Note: Not so much a poem about Memorial Day festivities as the memory of Big A's complaints about being "over-scheduled" although he attended just one of yesterday's three planned events. (The kids and I went to all three. Ha.) We'll have to find some way to accommodate my need for variety and his need for quiet.
looking, let's say it:
Ants know nothing
they travel illegibly
you're a windmill
fielding vacuums
while they prowl
decompositional
splicing suburbia,
picnics; where
I like when you lie
(above me, hovering)
love scissored restless
wake up happy wake up
margins of repeated dying
sun our un-tempered hope.
________________
Note: Not so much a poem about Memorial Day festivities as the memory of Big A's complaints about being "over-scheduled" although he attended just one of yesterday's three planned events. (The kids and I went to all three. Ha.) We'll have to find some way to accommodate my need for variety and his need for quiet.
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