Friday, April 15, 2011

Just Another April 15 Tax Day (2011)

"When fog comes, everything
                               goes away . . ."
except the geese waiting at the
                                     bus stop,
necks bent on trimming stray
                                 grass bits
fertilized with cigarette butts,
                             tobacco spit
chewed gum, and used tissues. 
                              Such a crop
could hardly be desired, but
                              the way they
go at it, you'd think ecology was
                                 all the rage.
Before long, the fog blows away.
                                  Tall shops
reappear, as do massive ships
               approaching the harbor,
and we mothers convene, watching
                        Magnus-the-dad,
who, being a very committed father
                       seems honestly glad
to retrieve his son, as we do our
                        prince charming's,
Sighing as they disappear into a fog
                       and the cares of age.

1 comment:

Teri said...

I think this is one of my favorites so far this month...but Villanelle for an April Day on the City Streets is right up there. Love to see the muse working so diligently.