Oct 2018
THE LIGHT VANISHES
Summer had suddenly
gotten old.
Shadows nibbled at the light
limping along by an orchard wall
biting it
to the bone.
The light seemed to wince.
An apple fell to the ground
as if on cue.
Forever seemed somehow
shrunken.
Time withdrew into itself.
The house was talking
to the wind
in its creaky old voice about
the this of that and the that of this.
The wind saying nothing now.
Keeping sthum.
Inside... a book
lay asleep upon a table
waiting to be awoken
by a child's hand.
The words now
allruntogetherbit
ready to jump back
into their proper places
take up their position.
when called upon.
Even the pterodactyl
had its eyes shut tight
in the drawing of it
on page 42
flying in pre-historic
black and white.
I was amazed to find
I owned
all these aunts and uncles
that were all mine!
I even had a cute cousin
called Mary Frances who
always made me
smile.
A mottled mirror
had flung itself upon a floor
scattering itself here & then
there in a loud "oNo!"
Still showing the world
its face
in many tiny
little seeings
that could
draw blood.
I breathed the summer in.
I breathed the summer out.
I would never again be
as old as I was now.
It was the last time
I was 9.
Summer had suddenly
gotten old.
Shadows nibbled at the light
limping along by an orchard wall
biting it
to the bone.
The light seemed to wince.
An apple fell to the ground
as if on cue.
Forever seemed somehow
shrunken.
Time withdrew into itself.
The house was talking
to the wind
in its creaky old voice about
the this of that and the that of this.
The wind saying nothing now.
Keeping sthum.
Inside... a book
lay asleep upon a table
waiting to be awoken
by a child's hand.
The words now
allruntogetherbit
ready to jump back
into their proper places
take up their position.
when called upon.
Even the pterodactyl
had its eyes shut tight
in the drawing of it
on page 42
flying in pre-historic
black and white.
I was amazed to find
I owned
all these aunts and uncles
that were all mine!
I even had a cute cousin
called Mary Frances who
always made me
smile.
A mottled mirror
had flung itself upon a floor
scattering itself here & then
there in a loud "oNo!"
Still showing the world
its face
in many tiny
little seeings
that could
draw blood.
I breathed the summer in.
I breathed the summer out.
I would never again be
as old as I was now.
It was the last time
I was 9.
Summer had suddenly
gotten old.
Shadows nibbled at the light
limping along by an orchard wall
biting it
to the bone.
The light seemed to wince.
An apple fell to the ground
as if on cue.
Forever seemed somehow
shrunken.
Time withdrew into itself.
The house was talking
to the wind
in its creaky old voice about
the this of that and the that of this.
The wind saying nothing now.
Keeping sthum.
Inside... a book
lay asleep upon a table
waiting to be awoken
by a child's hand.
The words now
allruntogetherbit
ready to jump back
into their proper places
take up their position.
when called upon.
Even the pterodactyl
had its eyes shut tight
in the drawing of it
on page 42
flying in pre-historic
black and white.
I was amazed to find
I owned
all these aunts and uncles
that were all mine!
I even had a cute cousin
called Mary Frances who
always made me
smile.
A mottled mirror
had flung itself upon a floor
scattering itself here & then
there in a loud "oNo!"
Still showing the world
its face
in many tiny
little seeings
that could
draw blood.
I breathed the summer in.
I breathed the summer out.
I would never again be
as old as I was now.
It was the last time
I was 9.
Summer had suddenly
gotten old.
Shadows nibbled at the light
limping along by an orchard wall
biting it
to the bone.
The light seemed to wince.
An apple fell to the ground
as if on cue.
Forever seemed somehow
shrunken.
Time withdrew into itself.
The house was talking
to the wind
in its creaky old voice about
the this of that and the that of this.
The wind saying nothing now.
Keeping sthum.
Inside... a book
lay asleep upon a table
waiting to be awoken
by a child's hand.
The words now
allruntogetherbit
ready to jump back
into their proper places
take up their position.
when called upon.
Even the pterodactyl
had its eyes shut tight
in the drawing of it
on page 42
flying in pre-historic
black and white.
I was amazed to find
I owned
all these aunts and uncles
that were all mine!
I even had a cute cousin
called Mary Frances who
always made me
smile.
A mottled mirror
had flung itself upon a floor
scattering itself here & then
there in a loud "oNo!"
Still showing the world
its face
in many tiny
little seeings
that could
draw blood.
I breathed the summer in.
I breathed the summer out.
I would never again be
as old as I was now.
It was the last time
I was 9.
