pensive is the moment's pause
a mid day gloom
more narrow than raw
the Judas field all a litter with literature
approaching topics that collide with life
butterflies weathered
storm stories upon their vibrant wings
remarkable catalyst
teach me about grace
and the surrender of such earth like things
too troubled to sound even like thunder
a deadly gray transfixed mine afternoon
full of heat and ineffective swampiness
I belabored mine eyes in the comfort
of a fake coldness
dreading the advent
another chapter amid such marshes
standing with the moon long before
loitering on about midnight
secrets southern
secrets sublime
transformed trees
the clutter of humanity
surviving
the natural way
my pen only scratches upon the myth
we frantically dabble in
called aptly enough
life
a curious virtue addicted to assumptions
and half truths
beware of false prophets
indeed
as no disgrace
dare remark upon the validity of any legend
(written Aug 1,2006 pm)