Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Pre-Apocalyptic

Pre-Apocalyptic

The whole world,
round, hovering, whole,

trees in the forest
living alongside fallen

ancestors in peace,
breaks in rain letting in

clouds of sky,
non-clouds. Lustrous

skin of people,
soft faces, moons just

peeking over
the horizons of our

nail beds. Real
moon up in corner

of the sky, dull,
bone-hued during day,

power lines tying
towns to one another

and water ready
in the faucet, wartime

unable to rouse
in the mind’s pastures.

3 comments

  1. "soft faces, moons just // peeking over / the horizons of our // nail bed...." Love that.

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  2. that moment caught so well, the calm before the storm

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  3. That "clouds of sky" business truly stunned me. Your continuing streak of conceptual/verbal gems has got to be the longest I've followed.

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