spectators
early spring, a good day
for sports–fruit flies gathered ’round
a skillful spider.
early spring, a good day
for sports–fruit flies gathered ’round
a skillful spider.
excited by the sound of crickets, i rush outside
to recognize a car alarm, two blocks down.
in the silence that follows, the memory of cricket-sound reveals itself
as a yet more distant car alarm.
if you’re awake now,
look west, and let your mouth make
the shape of the moon
resentment nurtured to the realm of art,
though dazzling, doesn’t fail to choke the heart
your family tree is neither straight nor tall
the branches twist and sideways reach
but the roots go deep, through sewer and hidden seam
impervious to rot