Springlike
A song sparrow sings the last notes from the "Lucy" show song while a mated pair of cardinals darts tree to tree. Used canoes in a pileup at the sunken South Bridge Boat House: great deals the rough lettering calls out. Then I'm picturing the car under the weight of a faded red Old Town canoe - all things being possible at last as the train passes a child on the platform covering his ears at the rumble. There are places we can go, under a grayish mackerel sky. Heading out through the forest and under the overpass and the crowns of the edging pine trees reflecting so darkly at the pond rim. We're sketching out a life here: conditions, good.
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Categories: Poetry