Monday, September 29, 2014

Quiet Company

Quiet Company

An ocean plus the sand scraped from the pit of its soul
plus the large spider crawling from the leaves
of the tomato plant plus every glass you shattered
come clanging back to haunt you plus the full feeling
of you in the city’s belly looking up at the gleaming
building parts alone plus the full train plus the empty train.

All of this in a bag hauled Santa-style dragging in the snow
then tied to the collar of a dog with a song for a name
and keen ears ready to run.


1 comment

  1. Yes to this: 'tied to the collar of a dog with a song for a name / and keen ears ready to run'.

    Folland's work is a find! Thank you.

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