Sunday, July 31, 2005

Funeral Processions in Rain

                                 How do we know which cars they are?
                                 Are they the slower cars
                                 and should we pull over now?


this happened to someone before--
arsenic, a clammy death / not reversed in time,

       ghastly, the room
wet            he carried his romantic self                              she lay in a fever
             in a fist
of dried flowers                                                                  flying
              full                                                                        was not expected

4 comments:

AnnMarie Eldon said...

i'm a sucker for the strike/grey

always good to see you on the page

this a rare talent where a poet makes use of white space

Lee Herrick said...

I like the strike, too. And I really like the closing, "flying/was not expected"

David said...

thanks, both.

i need to get out and visit more.

--D

luc u! said...

i really like this one!