Wednesday, August 29, 2012

R. Clark Morrow

from Porch Fragments

Evanston, 2012


The a.m. light-post, majestic
as it is to look at with its wrought-iron
post and ornate light-box contributes
to the city's flood blocking
the stars; the view is paid for by
minutes of tomorrow's exhaustion.


The hedges know nothing of iron
yet they reach up to obscure windows;
strain to cover up steps. Only precise
violence can keep them in check.


Dandelions demand seed;
the particle stuff on the wind.
White tails of rabbits flash
as they dodge between iron
and earth.


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