It rattled as if to shatter
the window pane behind
to make me jump and fray my nerves
Then soothed its violence
among the trees,
pattering, whispering to the leaves
If Thor turns such a gentle lover
Come Thunder, if you please.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Finger Printing
The khaki uniform
The badge upon the chest
Courage and authority
Mewed behind a desk
The face was kind but business-like
The process pure bureaucracy
But through the sterile plastic gloves
The fingers touching mine,
The tentative good humor,
The light that ‘scaped from out those eyes as I looked up
—Said something
Something more
Than khaki
and customary questions.
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