Saturday, April 14, 2012

National Disasterpiece Month --- Number 14


I heard a poem today.
In the madness between syllables,
I was speechless. It sounded like
water as it bubbled out the side of a hill
whose virgin stream carved muddy
pocks in the soil. It sounded like
a creek as it roars over smooth stones
polished by suspended sand. It sounded like
a blue headed bird calling out
to a mate in the wind. It sounded like
a cloud talking to the sky
in a whispering vapor. It sounded like
a new blossom kissing a branch
in purple puckers. It sounded like
the shadow of the sun as it gently tugs
a blanket up a side hill. It sounded like
children jumping up and down on a trampoline
trying to reach heaven. It sounded like
a million people driving down the highway
oblivious to what lies below
their four tires. It sounded like
a dog lifting his leg
to spray a bush. It sounded like
...shit, I don't know what it sounded like
why are you asking me about this stupid poem?


---William James


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