Between Two and Six O'Clock There Was

Something about Sunday.
The moment crosses over.
2:00 PM last time I looked
At the clock noon still watched
From the blind but the quality
Of light is syrupy, thicker.

I eat this heavy-lidded moment.
The dead live again. Anyone
Even old Lester as he never was
But as I imagine him may speak
To me or some approximation
May answer as grandfather. I may

Fly and I have. Everything falls.
I fall up. I become part of the sky.
I float over Greenwood Avenue,
Brothers of Israel temple,
The train station, a billboard:
LAUGH AT HIGH PRICES

And someone does raspy loud,
But I only blink as if the day were
Something caught in my eye, turn
over to a forest of pines, bird screech
and the whispering leaves.

Everyone has left but me.
I search the ground for signs
And find a blue eggshell
With the number 5 written on it.
The sun is slipping away.
The forest sinks into shadows.

Reviews

[Tim McGovern]

At first I thought this might be about our numerical nemesis
lol

This part:

"Anyone
Even old Lester as he never was
But as I imagine him may speak
To me or some approximation
May answer as grandfather."

Looks like it's missing a period or apostrophe.
To me it reads jagged, but that could be just me.
The blue egg shell and the number 5 make me want to ask if there is a significance there...or was it just a number on an easter egg so you'd know when you found them all.
Either way a very sharp and visceral image.


Over all a feeling of going back to find something that's gone, a feeling we all know well.
Nice work Shemeh
Namaste'

Tim