is me laughing at a black AMG Mercedes
coupe that gets stranded at the bottom of a hill
is warm too
is a white boy coming from a red Chevy Aveo
to help the bemused black man in the black Benz
is a reason for my mind to drift deeper
than two cars that make it from the bottom
of a hill only to get stuck halfway from its top
is a pseudonym for Robert Frost's ghost
is a reason to forego the fence to forget the phone
to remember that each cell we hold is one to billions that sustain us
is a syllogism for Creation
is what settled at the North and the South poles
after it rained for forty days and for forty nights
is a synonym for transience
is coming off my body after three hours of shoveling
evaporating from my black-tarred skin like rain from a midsummer's street
Mmmmm. I like the way this one begins with personal observations, then builds to an epic perspective before returning to something personal and intimate in the closing stanza.
ReplyDeleteIt's very musical, to me.
ReplyDeleteMusical, eh? Perhaps we could collaborate one time and come up for some music for your "Ballad of Horace de Lacie (or Lancie - I forget)" and this entry, respectively.
ReplyDeleteI was actually thinking "musical" in terms of the way it ebbs and flows like music, but sure. :) And yes, it's "Horace de Lancie", because he lived in the village of Chancey. I've written music for a couple of Rebekah's poems actually, though it never really got beyond the semi-polished sketch stage.
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