March 11, 2013

hold on caw feel...

photo by Jake Brewer © via Flickr

silo silhouette

I trample my destinies
herd my broken promises
toward the open elevator shafts
storing each idea as a grain here
to be milled into future poems
the soft light of morning
near Spring rises with gentle insistence
over the slate roofs across the street
the lurch of busses bleed
through glass dreams 
I try to remember them
as they slip away
into the growing sounds
of a new day
I hear the crows tell me
the other side is closed for now
and that I may best be served
with my eyes, a wide open mouth
hungry for more of what escapes
the sound of words
to seed tomorrow's poem too


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