It is sometimes astonishing how quickly the sky forgets that it was knotted with clouds violent with rain mere hours before the gentle sun pools on colored leaves and in windowsills.
Side by side we scrub our incisors Staring at our live portrait in the bathroom mirror You spend extra time on the left molars tilting your head with delight And then the right side I’m doing laps with the bristles front, side, side, open wide for the tops of the teeth but I want toContinue reading “SILENT RITUAL”
Turned out onto Washington: the great industrial avenue. Busy in the morning. Lumber yards, warehouses of lighting fixtures huge slabs of marble. All the men say good morning. Workers say good morning. Commuters are mute.
Work together they’ve had s e p a r a t e b e d r o o m s (for years) HE doesn’t respect her SHE doesn’t appreciate him (an accidental poem by Andy.)
What it takes is not thought but action, rejecting the snooze button, flowing in a a soft pocket of warmth into the early morning chill. The silver diamond-patterned food cart on the sidewalk puffing its essential oniony fumes and kaleidoscope reflecting a new sun. Gone is the summer air, which incubates into stew of nothingness. AutumnContinue reading “AUTUMN MORNINGS IN PHILADELPHIA”