To August Heat And Simmer

I imagine them sleek and skyward

Glass cutting ever-so-sharply into

Clouds, and they, meek, pouring out

Rain onto hot city streets,

Steam rising from black asphalt veins

Criss-crossing like shoots

And ladders in yin-yang grid chaos,

But rising still from

An unhappy canvas of plaid,

Bearded men on pavement

City-street parading,

Leather boot bound for Nowhere,

And others, they, in sundress and shoe

Heeling it to the “Who’s who?”

“When and what?” and “Were you there?”

-August 23, 2012

Reviews

[Mr. B]

It's been a while since I've been on here, but your writing is as strong as I remember. Your placement of breaks is stellar.