The washing rustles its sorry story:
table stains and grey dust
leave off
hanging on
by a thread.
reflection: spare crop / fleet mind
The washing rustles its sorry story:
table stains and grey dust
leave off
hanging on
by a thread.
CALLIOPE
The circus of your funeral came to town
with show posters
and the cacophony of bells pealing
down to the quick
insistent, pacing, rhythm;
The priest’s nasal bullhorn prayers appealing
down the night’s procession.
TOMORROW ONLY
Your show posters remain. Peeling
down at the corner.
Not firmly affixed or
not enough to hold.