Aug 122011
This day, ravaged
by blue memories lined up, blue
bottles above the kitchen cabinets
collected and dusted and empty.
What connects these transparent
vessels, old days inverted and emptied
of their content?  For what, patiently
are they waiting?  Spring is gone
that had me drunk with optimism.
Now the summer light, stagnant,
humid with stale drink, comes
rolling through the screen crowded
with gnats from the yellow fields
laid out like pats of bad butter
churning with dirty life, new life,
pushy, crashing the glass out,
upsetting the aesthetics, summer comes
boldly kissing!

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