Wednesday, October 27, 2010

October

Aria--

... some time coming, so take yours--hey? Looking forward to it.

---

October

in October, bright and sparking
God must be blowing smoke across the sky
the banks of fog bury the moon
narrows her eyes, gleaming brightly
while the buildings rise, sharp and steady
and hang their windows against the sky
the setting sun painted fire all the way down to the street
and shot the trees and the half-finished structures
with scarlet
so--god bless the empty girders
rising to cage the sky
work-lights held high, gleaming warmly
to light the way home
the dark is not dark
and the crickets buzz
and greet the morning, through the night
when the wind rustles in the leaves
living flame, and sends them skirling
above the benches
and the stars go ambling, slowly
along the sidewalk
we go passing and chattering
we spiral past each other, chattering
we spiral together
one more time
before winter silences the singers
and the constellations shatter on the snow
and we are buried, alone, in whatever shelter
drifting along patches of light
until the melt comes
we will greet each other as familiar strangers


2 comments:

aria said...

"familiar stranger"

wow.. loved the way it ended..
and I always love the imagery.. the surreal..

will try to take it fwd..
hope am able to do justice,,
yes.. will take a couple of days.. :)
thanks for the wonderful start..

aria said...

hmm I have written something..
actually it has become toooo long..
I tried to edit it but then I left it as it is.. editing is sometimes emitting the soul. I am going to borrow your "familiar stranger" for the title .. if you don;t mind.. :)
will be posting it in a while..