by mmichaelmPort Charlotte, Florida, USA
May 2010 433 Views 4 comments
Subtle Changes
A slow rain seems to speak
a language of its own
across the geometry of our city,
its subtle change
of tone heard everywhere-
in the way
despondent pigeons
begin to slump on windowsills;
in the shudder of black lampposts
as November's thunder
reverberates
in cool afternoon fog;
in shivers of leaves
bleeding from skeleton-trees
onto empty sidewalks;
in quiet sighs of October
drifting down the river-
in the silent ways we slowly
came to an end without goodbye.
a language of its own
across the geometry of our city,
its subtle change
of tone heard everywhere-
in the way
despondent pigeons
begin to slump on windowsills;
in the shudder of black lampposts
as November's thunder
reverberates
in cool afternoon fog;
in shivers of leaves
bleeding from skeleton-trees
onto empty sidewalks;
in quiet sighs of October
drifting down the river-
in the silent ways we slowly
came to an end without goodbye.
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Posted: May 2010
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