The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for January 2010


Cape #1
  
   
it's winter
i can see
through my
high
windows the
higher treetops
denuded of
everything
but moss and
age
      reaching
into
the brief
blue sky

gable vents
across the way
peaking
             space
expanding
into the bright
chill

low windows
show me
past fences into
neighbors'
yards
brown and
damp, waiting

dunes of leaves
         assorted
empty furniture
some
         stacked
in
sheds against
the wind

a plastic
table and
a plant [for-
gotten] in
the lee of a
bulkhead
sunlight
streaking sideways
through
the pale
clean
atmosphere
bouncing through
brush and branch
tops
and off
           the deck

angling into the
house
illuminating
new corners
        old
webs
        new
surfaces
patterns
on the walls
before
clouds
scuttle back

dimming
shadows
       [white
       light
       to gray]

anticipating
       [not masking]
the
crepuscule
too soon to
begin

       the
wait
       for
dawn

turntable

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