1.
The dust on the path has not transformed itself to anything but dust,
no rain for a week, the sun a magnifying glass peeling back my skin.
2.
Rain into sand, sand scours the air,
the hem of earth begins to tear.
3.
Now the sun is bright
and the day good.
4.
Why does the Greek tortoise cross the road?
The rains have come, the grass is dewed, the sea cleanly colored.
5.
Yes, I have visited many staircases in my lifetime
dissolving what should have been remembered and remembering
what should have been dissolved.
6.
Still the chalk and cliffs, a bright red beacon of housing,
everywhere Italian cypress, Spanish broom, lavender.
| Copyright © 2020 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
What a nice walk, thank you, Michael! I think Mister Goines would love to take that walk too. He seems to muse along the same lines at times.
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