Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Between Storms (Still Still)

In the park
between storms

the dog stands
statue-still
one paw raised
at the front door
of a gopher hole
waiting to deliver
the end of days.

In the park
between storms

a Chinese grandma
doing Tai Chi on the
baseball field slowly
keeps 80 years of
toil and hardship at bay
while exorcising demons
of bad calls at home plate.

In the park
between storms

majestic trees shake
themselves off to
purge their dead then
stoically pose as if to
say to the passing rain
"how do you think I've lasted
all this time?"

Back home
between storms

the spider living
in the corner of the ceiling
hasn't moved in so long
that it's hard to tell if she's
sleeping or the last one to
die of her entanglements.


Ken Owen   Van Niddy  Press   December 2015

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