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August Waiting |
When sun sets, it's forever
at the skyscrapers' edge,
on the turns - sideways;
an Arizona afternoon in August
for two, skewed in Seattle
over and over and over
for years...
Words, numerous as air molecules,
across cool lamination are sifted
into high dangling sacks
long enough to cough.
Within the booths below, immobile and
motionless, slick as thin obsidian
and delicate as mesentery frozen,
Are the brittle arched spines,
their taut skins are the misting grey
colors of liquid hydrogen
anticipating impact.
copyright 2007
W.S.
Fisher |
