Saturday, March 19, 2005


broken light
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2 comments:

KMJ said...

Sun Poem
by Steve Scott

I took a big pair of scissors,
The light gleamed on them
Like a pair of raised bird wings,
And I cut the sun out of the sky,
Folded it up and put it in my pocket.
Nothing much happened at first.
I watched a couple of gulls fly into the hole by mistake
And a crumbling mansion of clouds sailed in gently after them.
The sky became a duller blue;
The shadows soaking in the ground like stains.
I stood helpless as a jet vanished through the hole in the sky.
It left a thin vapor trail like a scratch across a record.
Slowly the daylight began to flake away like old paint.
And on the beach, the holiday-makers awakened,
Their useless suntan oil making gleaming rivers
Down their half-done bodies.
The shadows tangled like untended blots
Making a garden of altered perspectives.
I switch on the radio, but there is nothing
But the usual conspiracy of records.
Outside the dogs are howling at the sky
And the birds are refusing to leave the trees.
It is two o’clock in the afternoon.
How much darker is it going to have to get
Before somebody realizes that something is wrong?

9:40 PM
bingo and betty said...

Thanks 'K'!

9:31 PM

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