Today's poem is by Julianne Buchsbaum
Clouds Swell Out
The finale of fall hangs in yellow clusters.
You can't muster
the drive required for potent actsto hide
like the cat who eyed
each skittering leaf and churring sparrow from
a dark sanctum,
frozen, invisible, dumbsuch is your will.
The world is ill
with demands it can't meet; hence, the crickets'
deaths, the rosettes
of rot, the dusky clusters, and flourishing worms.
All this confirms
your wish to divorce yourself from the vista
of autumn which looms from raw branches a dark
afternoon. The stark
landscape deepening its shadowed dales cannot
stray a lot
from the invincible doctrine, though owls moan
you watch a jet's contrail zip open the sky
and the high
clouds swell out like huge, snowy hearts disgorged.
Copyright © 2002 Julianne Buchsbaum All rights reserved
from Slowly, Slowly, Horses
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