Thursday, August 22, 2013

While Debussy Plays Off Somewhere—

Deserted on the outskirts of
the muddy 
knotted job site—brawny

overworked 
machines drip clean in quiet 
constant rain

and nearby 
scrawny 
tufts of stawyellow
grass 
bristle and almost 
sigh 
perceptibly—just to find
themselves 
a little 
dirtier.