Rough Draft
Missed Connections in Brooklyn, NY
Rough Draft
i stood once upon a mountain top
that had a pool of
moonlight
and swam on my back
just another lap
in this bird bath
of dreams
and sometimes it seems
that the trees traded places
like a chess game
at night
one move at a time
before the
daylight
and when i awoke
lying in the
gutter
like a calf split in half
full of milk
that’s been
spilt
you blow through
my open windows
and i begin
again
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“…you blow through my open windows and i begin again” is this not the perfect piece for heralding in the new season? I think there’s something about the final weeks of a northern winter that leaves us feeling like we’re “lying in the gutter like a calf split in half…” This is the time to throw off the physical and psychological heaviness of the month’s past and begin again.
Gentle Readers: Whenever I find poems such as this one (and the Brooklyn MC has plenty) I always wonder what particular lines other readers might like or find interesting. The ending really is my favorite but I also like “just another lap in this birdbath of dreams” – what do you think?
