May 09, 2004

Black Stone 35

HEY CRACK-IN-THE-CLOUD
sunshine shine on down
on me, on us—
here's a little world
bright between spring storms.

Toss cracked eggshells
with coffee grounds
gooey on the damp
dump of hot decay.
Squash grows up from the compost.

Here's a sponge, a dirty rag.
Ajax the kitchen tile and
vacuum the room's webs.
Beat brown rugs on a line
next to wet sheets

And yellow blossoms
stand out on the air.
Pale plum petals die
and bees buzz around.
Jets spray fuel up there.

Posted by Dale at May 9, 2004 04:23 PM
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