SWING
Under the preponderant clouds
wishing mist on the outskirts of cities
The crowd roves and raves
Speaking with the hearts of dead men
Wheazy with their instruments,
the black satin leaves them standing on their own
besmirched with a sticky forgetfulness
wondering how it turned.
And, in another room
The men awake, as though just remembering
A long voyage to the center of a thin rope
Somewhere in the clouds
--3/18/06
This poem is inspired in part by e.e. cummings poem, "tightrope walker", which was meant to be symbolic of poets.
Poetry 2006
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