Thursday, June 16, 2011
crashing
All of the world is crashing, they say -
¶ 2:06 PM 
bits do break off my porch
sometimes, when it rains -
(and then one day,
the warm arms close in,
like a country song on a
warm night)
the same things, after all
the dust has settled,
make a mockery of though
and will and action
meanwhile, slow bricks
and pansies flowering
breath their precious
optimism
my little eyes, my few
steps, cannot, it seems,
confirm, either way,
whether or not
we are crashing.
It seems less likely
on sunny days
