Thursday, August 29, 2013

Planting seeds


Johnny Appleseed; a one note
fugue, the nut tough feet
coon skin cap drawing hoots in town
banded tail a metronome
keeping time for the lost nocturnes
of the previous owner

pared all of it down
to fit snug inside a haversack. 

Spoon to tack a roiling bowl
Dampened click of jostled flint
Needling a benign lump of sisal twine
Twist of tobacco, a screw of root
Quartered in keen right angles of brick
Red butchers paper.

Morning dashes off
A rendering of crescent shapes
Quartered and plated by this window
Where I sit puzzled
Before the haversack that loomed 
so large in my dream. 

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