Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Poetry Wednesday

Fire Works

The accident was
that the explosives went off
(they were going to go off, so soon)

and everyone saw the same vision
tangerines on a meager table

I was four
on the right side of the lake I
wasn’t ready.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

The Term
by William Carlos Williams

A rumpled sheet
of brown paper
about the length

and apparent bulk
of a man was
rolling with the

wind slowly over
and over in
the street as

a car drove down
upon it and
crushed it to

the ground. Unlike
a man it rose
again rolling

with the wind over
and over to be as
it was before.

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