Thursday, May 16, 2013

To Get to the Other Side

For an infinite 
minute this ageless 
morning, the itchy old
thoroughfare yawned and waited—chafing 
to abide the callow premise 

of listless geese 
crossing easy through the soft 
shade flung down by young birch trees 
on their way to leisurely late 
breakfast, latent 

an adjacent 
hot lawn, sumptuously 
buttered with dandelions.