May 14, 2004

Black Stone 41

A GREY CAT sniffs the gutter across the street. Grackles make noise in a chinaberry as the fridge's humming kicks in. Outside plants are animated by a strong breeze.

Watch these
days, head
in the crook
of her arm.
Fan spins.
Persimmon branches
catch a breeze
to scratch the bedroom
window.
Watch these days.
Fan spins.
He's hooked
in the crook
of her arm.


Here's the sequence of the stone: black, yellow, red, green and, finally, blue. The babe's pink face shines.

Posted by Dale at May 14, 2004 07:01 AM
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