USA

r-a-swihart@excite.com

Landscape
(After Georg Trakl)

October morning: plaintively the wakeful calls of a foghorn
Drift through the shore; steam hisses on the stove.
An engine growls; the girl's lapis lazuli eyes start as her
Father's car exits the garage and speeds away over loose gravel.
Silently her breath catches on a tree branch at the dream's edge
And the ultraviolet flowers of sleep
Vanish fleetingly over the dew-jeweled floor of the forest.
In polychrome streets exhaled smoke; heron oars south in alderman's body.

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