poem (sic transit)


Sic transit

It was the weekend we found 

Stanley in the car, he was

a walnut, Louise is reported


To have said the same thing,


only earlier, watching his transit 


across the floor. The Chinese 


specimen tree growerd in the yard


and was or was not planted 


by someone. The tree is the lonely one.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

poem (ghosts and empires)

poem (Evenings in Williamsburg)

poem (fancy sports)