Monday, January 12, 2009

Poem: My North Facing Window


"The Dodge tower
and the twenty hydro lines...
slash my already white scarred mountains...
The crows carve their February circles
in the blue air...
The occasional eagle
disdains the clouds clinging
to the safety of
the house pocked valley...
and circles slowly
out of the top of my picture...
The milk white mountain tips
burst upwards from the cloud vines
that suck at their power...
Sitting still on my perch
above Smithrite Row...
I watch them put together
the cross-word puzzle...
that is my north facing window......."
.............................Quester.

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