A Memory

A Memory 

Midday lain over the bridge 

like an overbearing lover

inhaling the moisture

from escaping leaves

fresh on the run from

neglectful trunks

 

The mind a rueful plump- 

armed child sat up in awe 

mid-wail to inspect

the presentation of an 

overgrown junkyard set

ablaze by an attention-

seeking hand 

 

A blank stare to demarcate 

the construction of a fire hose 

a weed whacker anything 

near its grasp to clear this 

“hot mess inside a dumpster 

fire inside a train wreck”

 

The nodding breeze brought

fresh reminder of a drizzle

of the previous night’s watering

A rust-crowned whistler

set a new direction 

for a more agreeable path

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