Drive

the fewtch

It is enough
to take 

freshly fallen

leave

What will
jar bones.

buds blossom out
and away

out and away

out and away under
my toque
and all the space
between the sound
and the drum
thin like a bulrush,
my fingers frozen,
won't f**k with

Reviews

[Alessander]

I like how bare it is. No fluff or sentimental drivel.

It opens up almost like a haiku

Places the reader out in nature

but then in the second part it switches gear

Something about space drums fingers

Like the line 'between the sound and the drum'

Kinda reminds me of a Wallace Stevens snow poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

fall is the best time to write...seems that October and November are poets' months...
the fingers might actually get moving again...
funny the irony...we thaw in fall...and freeze up in spring when it comes to writing.

Cool piece.

[The Twin Arenas]

Ha, you're right.

[Geisha]

Nice... I enjoyed reading....



Keep writing 👍

[The Twin Arenas]

i got more. i was hot for it years ago, after personal forest fires. now i burn for control, and the results are nearly as exciting. thanks for reading, though! this is the first in a while...

[The Twin Arenas]

"AREN'T" nearly as exciting.

[Geisha]

The first one after a while is always a little rusty but this... great job!