It moves like that creek, & that's a fab final couplet.
Doug
On 2011-04-30, at 11:34 AM, Sheila Murphy wrote:
> Icicles replaced his *bicicleta, *free range turned brittle sticks,
> the boys he warmed dried to new touch, what now,
> inquired the neighbors, show your papers, screamed
> the fragile fraidies, casting pebbles, shards, and lawn tools
> in his now-not-buoyant direction. Threats of infection
> rampant now, benoodled clackety strums that used to
> soothe split-endpoint hairline nervous tension.
>
> What to say to this casperian flounce of what once was?
> Perhaps a gentle print of nudge on egg-frail
> forearms not recently revived, maybe a kisslet
> on his eyebrow, possibly a quarter cuddle while he's still
> a pint or so alert until the next binge of precise demands
> when all purgatorial refrains come due and screechy
> relics in the choir claim him as a member.
>
> Nurse him, invokes a mother, break his stride, exhorts
> paternal one, revoke his license to swerve between the traffic lines
> and let him wait to speak, at which point
> listeners will be scarce as souls covered by medicaid,
> and altar cloths will have been scheduled for a poise
> of dryer time, post lashing on the stones
> available where creek beds have survived
> their history of water and its glide.
>
> Sheila E. Murphy
>
Douglas Barbour
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Lord, won't you help a late night pilgrim
When the morning comes around.
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