And there it all begins
Again
A tripping universal joint
A pinion of things
To turn about
Packing- taped in patterns
Various projects
Refused
A sheaf of stories
Baled of purpose
Half shadowed
In concrete concord
Thrown on the street
Lonely crowded
Stumbled there:
Find
These mismatched clothes
Mission scrubbed
And donated to
Uncharitable time
And so take in its monuments:
Mattresses lounging louche
Torn tarps sucking wind
Wrapping shrouds
Around utility masts
Puddles sunk in paving
Cast iron mouths
Oozing morning sump
Over sidewalks
Swamped
By outgrown plastic
Still dreaming
Childlike
In primary hue
And scribbled here:
In all the errands taken
To fix a meander broken
Is a wake of jetsam founding
A final trip to curb
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
