Monday, September 04, 2006

Aftercrash: suite

I
Mass
of preservation
and preference
casts past
a hidden balance
from constant battle
to careful constancy

II
Days' hours slink
like hungryeyed strays
echo with harmonics
of former fullness
sting like aftercrashes
of doorslams
on bare rooms

III
City bus windows
fill with quiet reflections
watching streets slip past
through
their own shadowy fluorescence
hooded eyes muttering
wordless secrets
out inward
building private languages
to describe
a falling fall night.

4 comments:

C said...

You are a complex and clever canine, coyote. I won't pretend to understand you, but I am always intrigued...

coyote said...

Oh, I'm really a very simple sort of dog, C...

C said...

Well, I at least hope you're wiley enough to stay away from angry farmers.

coyote said...

Oh, that's Coyote 101, ma'am. Simple, just like me!