Thursday, March 10, 2011
Ein
~
I wonder about
You
In these times,
Sending supple lines and tricky
Rhymes. Transparent,
In these wintry blinds
Under a sun's sure grey shine --
And it is yet a laboured grind
To earn a kind and
Nickeled dime across
Parallel lines, measuring these
Decimated splines
Of quiet pines and whitened signs.
I wonder about
You
In these times,
Seeping slippery lines and finicky
Finds. Translucent,
In these caffeinated mines
With swollen hinds --
Under a concrete sky's muddy
Dull grime.
It is a difficult wind
Disconnecting this desiccating rind,
Dissecting a steeled
And ironed mind.
SG
2011.03.10
