Apple Tree

It crept like flesh

  through iron leaves

Branches,

 Blue as engine hair

  settlling like an

 ocean sun

Perched and 

Melting into captivity

I held it unusual 

Bellowing from this seed

Opening in explosion from its membrane

 Coral limbs and faint 

   as atomic

The drone of these inexplicable things

that last the coming years

All buried 

As summer's blade once

Here again

  neighbors tinkering at dawn 

Children, 

 like rabbits through the tall black shades

A  sweeter gathering of red 

Where faces grow cold

 Clouds beside

Mirrors scratching at their dusty beards 

Life plucking 

 from our heels

Yellow too

 peering through this curtain

The hint of a brilliant

 correspondence  

And weathered hands

 that point:

 No more shall we count the nights till September

No more wave a thoughtless flag

There is no avoiding our tangling reach

The last of summer must give before taking and

 We...

 

Reviews

[charlie]

"engine hair" ?! Who could come up with that sort of thing, and still have it fall into place so well, but you? You are great at what you do, P. Your poems like these give a reader much to sink into, and it's good to do that. No novel thing to review: just read, and enjoy.

Thanks for sharing.

[Perdition]

Thanks Charlie..love that oil blue smoke

[charlie]

Would that be of the diesel variety?

[Perdition]

The very same

[charlie]

As wicked as it is I love it, too