The flaking fence leaned into evening,
It was the backyard drunkard,
A release of heat and energy
Deserted diversions sat idly,
Everything slackened... sadly,
In the bashful light -
The slumbering grass, itches the irksome
Overthought. I, propped up on elbow and
Watching - a telegraph pole - rigid, out of place
The insistent caterwaul of insects continued,
The crepuscular kind,
The buzz of night, waiting patiently, in line.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
The flaking fence leaned into evening,
It was the backyard drunkard,
A release of heat and energy
Deserted diversions sat idly,
Everything slackened... sadly,
In the bashful light -
The slumbering grass, itches the irksome
Overthought. I, propped up on elbow and
Watching - a telegraph pole - rigid, out of place
The insistent caterwaul of insects continued,
The crepuscular kind,
The buzz of night, waiting patiently, in line.
Composed upon a contemplative eve, while gazing at the Hat Head sky - a shield to a sad reverie.
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