December 08, 2005

The other wing

A poem for fall,

Since it's never really winter in California.

At least not the way I knew it and didn't mind leaving it behind

In favor of a holiday party out on the bay. But layers will be in order.


Privacy

The animals are leaving
the safety of the trees

Light sensors respond
to the footfall of every guest

To retard the growth of algae

The fishes must be moved
from the window

Stiller than water she lay
As in a glass dress

As if all life might come to its end
within the radius of her bed

Beyond the reef of trees a beach cannot be seen
The bay itself barely breathing

In the other wing of the house
A small boat awaits elucidation


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