Monday, March 24, 2008

The waning of day

I found this odd poem in my files. The strangest part of it is I don't even remember writing it, but I did. That west-coast autumn weather must have really been getting to me!

The waning of day

Cardiac buttercup contortions
Leaping into my throat
A pale rope swing hanging
From the pine tree outside
Meant for the children
But enticing my vertigo.

This night is darkness.
The day glum, moody
Slim hopes for joy
Drown quickly in cold showers.

Rachel Westfall
October 6, 2004

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