Bits and bobs from 2006-2007.
locust drones high up
in the ancient maple tree –
we sing together
the world is five am quiet only the furtive sound of renegade raindrops making that last suicide plunge to the paver patio stones & the lonely dove moaning for lost love distant thunder clothed in early dawn grey reminds that strained ponderings are just another attempt at escape, to be the thunder – that is escaping illusion
inching – inching closer and closer i shook my fist at the man shaking his fist at the man who had been driving with the same impatience as the first in rush hour traffic whomever denies the cyclic should have been taking pictures
© Michael Raven
