Mad and Nomad
       

In a year of throwing voices into the hot wind
Filling the road with blue and red

Sawhorses blocking the street in a year of
Knowing the correct

Word or where places were as I
Imagined them growing dark like levels

I hadn't reached in a game
I was playing too much time lost to one thing

I should revolve around the lost time give it
The attention I give myself in a year of watching

All the branches fallen in my yard
Fall out of the wind across my attempts to

Focus to keep going a little longer
Wrapped up in a blanket on the porch

In a year of women moving into the house
Across the street each with her turn using

The leafblower in a year of not
Knowing anyone by their faces no matter

What they say their voices come out of
Movies in a year of building

A barricade with magazines and newspapers
I added to it whenever I wasn't paying attention

I set myself to doing nothing in a year of
Not finishing my thought I was circled by a moon or

Several I was clay settled into
A chair opposite myself a part of a pair

I felt as if I'd arrived at lunch not knowing
Whether I should be there but still

This water contains a lemon slice
Floating amid so much ice in a year of

Tornado warnings or in a year of
An actual tornado across the city growing as it

Passes above the man-made lakes
Through the fairgrounds crossing back and forth

Over the river before coming up the hill
And holding at the intersection outside my house

Will I come to the porch to meet it
Or huddle behind my walls

Purpling under green skies in a year of what I can I will
In a moment by speaking forward be

Moving in circles not unlike someone rotating
A lazy susan in search of what's outside

The circumference of their desire in a year of
When I was expected to arrive passing

For a moment before me holding me up rushing in
So late you'll have to forgive me if I'm not myself

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