Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Well, The Political Ads Have Started In Earnest. And I'm Sooooo Tired Of The Nasty, Mud Slinging, Sniping, Avoidance Of Any Semblance Of Reality Or Responsibility

Election Year       
by Donald Revell

A jet of mere phantom
Is a brook, as the land around
Turns rocky and hollow.
Those airplane sounds
Are the drowning of bicyclists.
Leaping, a bridesmaid leaps.
You asked for my autobiography.
Imagine the greeny clicking sound
Of hummingbirds in a dry wood,
And there you’d have it. Other birds
Pour over the walls now.
I'd never suspected: every day,
Although the nation is done for,
I find new flowers.

from: A Thief of Strings, Copyright © 2007 by Donald Revell.

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