Intent is always blotted
by leaking speech:
words stray from their purpose
like star-bellied clouds
that stumble and fall
into a coffee cup,
burning with morning:
a wet mirror face.
The gutters murmur
with yellow leaf heads,
a branch escapes
from the wood (unwillingly?)
& the morning vaults
over the white creek.
I'm here, I'm here,
the rain is saying -
it stalks me home
after the concert.
Nov 15, 2022
Nov 15, 2022 at 9:18 AM UTC
Intent is always blotted
by leaking speech:
words stray from their purpose
like star-bellied clouds
that stumble and fall
into a coffee cup,
burning with morning:
a wet mirror face.
The gutters murmur
with yellow leaf heads,
a branch escapes
from the wood (unwillingly?)
& the morning vaults
over the white creek.
I'm here, I'm here,
the rain is saying -
it stalks me home
after the concert.
