muffled words are caught, a cappella
monochromatic accord, the background rush
of dying high prairie grasses
the insects hum nomadic echoes
through the expanse of vacant space
behind the house
in the ear drum, in the mind’s tired eye
discussions and denotations
of broken insight
a moment free from gray contemplation
the curse of intuitive impulse, the unspoken commands
symbiotic attachment fraught with weight
the burden of neglected back stories
solace in the quiet sky
the acrimony of cyclical loss
this conversation becomes art
poetry is the memory
of her face turning away
the image of a sunrise reflecting on the hood
at the corner of College and Main
the train sounding at 3:00 a.m.
with ice clinking in a glass
and no visible summit
just a song through the speakers
and layers hidden under paint
© july 2011 heather brager
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