I like this one, Gary. I think its uncomplicated and I am a bit puzzled by
other people's reactions, as though they were fighting what you saw. Why
would that be?
bw
SallyE

on 16/9/02 4:40 pm, Gary B at [log in to unmask] wrote:

> Wages Collected by Lamplight
> 
> I hear hungry ghosts cry
> I see a woman pee in a parking lot
> an Indian with a wolf's head encircles the bus top
> 
> soccer players tap a ball on a deserted playground
> young men prowl between stop sign and stop sign
> young girls hide their skin from heat and disappointment
> cedar shelters cardboard boxes and khaki shopping bags
> 
> the trees
> the birds
> are quiet
> when a leave brushes my head
> it tells me nothing
> 
> even what I know unheard
> among the howls of Pike and Pine
> 
> I hurry home
> to holly and blackberries
> raucous crows and greedy chickadees
> as fast as stoplights
> water
> and amber roads
> allow me
> 
> the trees
> the birds
> are quiet
> 
> even what I know muffled
> behind plastic walls
> and spider webs
> wet with morning dew
> 
> 
> Sept Suzanne and new Centrum at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html
> 
> *New*  Wild/Eliot  Hyperpoem at:  http://wildhyper.homestead.com/front.html
> 
> Poets for Peace.  ¡Poemas sí, balas no!