Sidewalk Poetry #30

Back Porch

Golden lights flicker
And I see the water
As trees fall in the neighbor's yard
And walls fade into the city
Crickets don't take a breath
There is a story to tell
Tho I don't speak their language
Earth hums below us
And I have no feet
Black light horizon
O' the tears in your eyes
My heart skips a beat
And the seasons have ceased
Three candles flicker
Over beer can landscape
A lighter makes fire
Florescent opulence
Dogs speak in tongues
Before scattered raindrops
The lawn grows thick
It's too dark for stars
And the sun has hours to rise

[From "unarmed," a zine I found on the sidewalk in lowertown, St Paul.]

[St Paul at dusk, fm Teresa Boardman.]

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