NYC 3.10.13
NYC 3.10.13
One
moment he's beside you
the next,
scrabling down the path
stumbling
past scrapped brick
passing withered
building parts all
swooning within decay
Overhead,
others pass gaily by
salient
voices tinkling
lives
spared this decree of loss
losian: lausa:
lysus
When
suddenly comes the Spring thaw
jarring
into his torn jeans
an
explosive stream’s wily wake
waves as
high as a sheep’s knees
ladian: leosan:
leusanan
And,
bleating, he parries, shoulders sodden
struggling
between swaddled Poplars
Water
suckled with each tough step
still,
days a cadence of tattered incessance
incessans:
incessare: incessante
Only now
does the simmering wind
here
begin to toy with him
in this
moment of life’s uselessness
libam:
leip: libban: vida plena
Yet,
still, he turns, face to muted collar
Pointless,
leans further into the wind
Copyright 2013 Gwen McClellan
Copyright 2013 Gwen McClellan
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