Monday, April 23, 2012

National Poetry Month: Day Twenty Three


I know I have given you
about as much wind in the wind chimes
as you can take
but it lends such lovely counterpoint
to the echoing hammer strikes
and whir of saw going on down the street
where a neighbor is erecting
some mysterious
square something
in his backyard.


Anonymous said...

nice contrasts here, the submissive giving/flowing of the wind/continuity; and cartesian, rectilinear human creation

i like it!!

MaxDude said...

"Be there or be square!"

Mom, your so good your a dodecahedron.