Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The only poem from Brooklyn

a fall from the bike stings the right leg
a bug bite itches the left
a dark cloud's squeezing a rain drop
out of two translations of La Sagouine
and i can't read the original French

a laugh floats over a fence between us
i hear it
you saw my flowers on your property
took them back and anger steamed
i don't smile as laughter floats

empty basement rooms
feel them one by one
like cracks in the wall of love
nothing leaks better left un-shook
what was that he took?

mopping up, making repairs
the fact i'm fixing shows i care
no one's moving in
and no one there

do i want to feel like it's complete
or incomplete with more to come
it's all fun and it's all sweet
watching it come undone

7-24-13

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