February
2009
Off Kilter
OFF KILTER
Space
When the thunderheads rolled frantic from the North
Armed with gales, sounding like a full-throttled locomotive,
I stared through the window as the rain sheeted down.
The violent wind shivered the trees.
The world on the verge of going off kilter.
Space
After the dark clouds spent themselves and the tormenting rains lifted,
The front yard maple lush with summer sprawled across the road,
garnished with dancing wires.
Chunks of jagged asphalt and black mailboxes accented the front yard.
The barn’s tin hat bathed in the corn stubble mud
Much of the field now painted the white-skinned barn.
The world was off kilter.
The world was off…
Standard Podcasts [ 2:22m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download | Embeddable Player | Hits (73)
potw 
Uncategorized 
Comments (0) » |
(0 ratings) | 
Email it
