June 18, 2012
Monday Poem
Speed and Trouble
Sunday
.................. —my head spins
suddenly it’s Saturday again
wind whistles through hours
days are bullet trains
yet in this garden
long as the space of a light year
crows drop in to listen for the bristle
of worms making way below
through a sea dark as biker leathers
black as predator feathers
I love these crows
........................... —being so
we-are-masters-of-this-row
they strut with natural equanimity
unlike cocksure CEOs who strut
but with a limp of sociopathy
meanwhile, two blood red cardinals
perch upon a limb outside our room
much nearer god then those of
the red-habit class
our fat cat’s
laser gaze nails them, though she looms
impotent behind the slider glass
—in this leisure garden bubble
these crows and I know zip
of speed and trouble
.
by Jim Culleny
6/14/12
Posted by Jim Culleny at 12:25 AM | Permalink
Comments
@ Jim,
Thanks. Now I know why folks take up gardening. I enjoyed it immensely.
Posted by: Norman Costa | Jun 18, 2012 10:08:30 AM
Lovely from the title onwards, Jim. What you got against CEOs? :-)
Posted by: Abbas Raza | Jun 19, 2012 5:41:25 AM
Abbas--
Nothing at all excepting cocksure ones with a limp of sociopathy.
Posted by: Jim | Jun 19, 2012 6:57:16 AM
Norman Costa,
I was thinking the same thing as I was in my garden yesterday which is chock full of worms. And my cat is stuck behind the sliding glass door. I think little of "unlike cocksure CEOs who strut
but with a limp of sociopathy"
In my garden the morning glories' vines wind their way upward and take over the ugly chain-link fence.
Thanks, Jim.
Posted by: Wulfstan | Jun 19, 2012 7:45:23 AM
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