obvious in our oblivion
posted Thursday, 13 October 2005
the sun has been hiding on the other side of clouds
all day all week wind in white cocktails
autumn holding back but giving peeks of yellow
leaves over the stream pregnant with rain
did you hear the birds arrive? oak leaves weave
braids through children’s footsteps
soon ponds will be mist-silvered with ice
and still some of us drag feet and keep
one curtain pulled back over a naked leg –
he fills frost heaves with words instead of tar
carves hearts in a ghost tree across air waves
toasts a voice lost in a gravelly shore
no grave, nothing fixed, the fallen leaves disinterred
birds fall lightly branch to branch
all day all week wind in white cocktails
autumn holding back but giving peeks of yellow
leaves over the stream pregnant with rain
did you hear the birds arrive? oak leaves weave
braids through children’s footsteps
soon ponds will be mist-silvered with ice
and still some of us drag feet and keep
one curtain pulled back over a naked leg –
he fills frost heaves with words instead of tar
carves hearts in a ghost tree across air waves
toasts a voice lost in a gravelly shore
no grave, nothing fixed, the fallen leaves disinterred
birds fall lightly branch to branch
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