Louisiana morning
not the dark river styx
crossed
roses in hand to the rooster
but green spring grass
graduation day
the sun always calling forth a crowing welcome
to one side or the other of that dawn
Image and poem
by Phil Specht
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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