Garb of light, of this day worn
Through a blithe lens
Softest, sheerest
Of all yellows.
Unlike that sunny blackness
Through a moper's!
Weighs for what's felt
Hangs o'er tombed rows.
Her clothes have left her.
They have crossed the floor,
riding a camel train of shadows.
Tights have twisted to fleshy mounds.
A bra gawps twice, spine bent.
Shoes topple over drunken heels.
A little black dress climbs a chair.
A vision of him closing the door -
harsh parting words.
She roams the apartment,
picks up her strays, gathering together,
whatever yesterday wore,
tidying him forever
out of her life.
Her clothes have left her.
They have crossed the floor,
riding a camel train of shadows.
Tights have twisted to fleshy mounds.
A bra gawps twice, spine bent.
Shoes topple over drunken heels.
A black dress climbs a black chair.
A vision of him closing the door
behind parting words.
She roams the apartment,
picks up strays
gathering together
whatever yesterday wore,
not wanting those things
to follow her into dawn.
Rolling and turning,
the swift waters moving, like a giant earthen serpent through the blanket of green..
It's course cutting,
twisting at the base of the ancient wall..
Above it all, a scene of free flight in stall..
Black dots pepper the sky,
wings stretched, yet motionless, upon the heated air..
Bodies rise up, poised for their falling..
Sunlight cuts through the pines like a whisper. .
In shadows that fall upon the ground, lay the feathery touch of gray green wonders..
Silence. . . .
That lost treasure of forgotten days
I embrace the canvas laid out before me..
It's perfection unnoticed by the masses, wrapped in their dirty garb....TAH
false face ghastly garb
bellows boos by porch light halo....
no fruit or mints please
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