GUTSY SPRING BURN OUT 3.10.2005
The lawn floats like a large emerald puddle
clean
tight cropped as my today's muscles tell of
yesterday’s effort
In the center of the emerald squats a table
enormous, hexagonal
A wet monument to symmetry and weight
like an elevated dog turd
The collapsed umbrella in the corner was once a Ponga fern
but, for now, the gale has her in its teeth and she is
knuckled in upon her self
viciously gripped and shaken by the unruly spring beast
The rock walls are dull with old rain and cold wind
rubbing their hefty rounded shoulders into each other
to keep the wall standing in the face of the gale
Waiting It Out with sour little faces and pursed lips
A bird scorches across the sky with a tumult of leaves
(that was not a flown bird but a blown bird
poor bugger)
Toast pops, coffee steams,
glass doors groan and roof creaks
But, for now,
it’s just a
gutsy spring burn out