Monday, June 23, 2008


I bathe in the wrath of a withering star
as a hammer confers with concrete,
ignoring the hardhats that labor to jar
me from reverie’s soothing retreat:

I dreamt of moments in the grass
observing pliant nimbus pass
the vigor in my tawny skin
as vibrant as my eager grin,
no thoughts of senseless enmity
to soil the unfettered me
nor any pressing plans to ply
just me, the earth, the endless sky...

A deafening crash brings me back to the truth
and I blink in the dazzling glare
as photons more feisty than those of my youth
incite me with each fleeting flare.


Noah the Great said...

This is excellent!

rch said...

Thanks Noah