Wednesday, June 1, 2011


The Ohio blue sky
blisters heat down
to hide in the shade
along the creek
that ran so high with
spring but is now
a sluggish turtle
winding down like
the old wristwatch
on that old man
on the bench
watching the shadows
lengthen each day,
stretching him
thinner and thinner
until the breeze
blows him
on down the road
like the newspaper
he left behind
on the bench
when he got up
to walk home
to dinner
with the night
limping not far


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