Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Push Your Face Toward November's Glint of Frost













AUBADE

Devin Johnston

A vacant hour
before the sun—
and with it a valve's 
pneumatic hush,
the deep and nautical
clunk of wood,
chanson du ricochet
of rivet gun,
trowel tap,
and bolt drawnthe moon sets
and water breaks.

Curled within
a warm pleroma,
playing for time,
you finally turn
and push your face
toward November's 
glint of frost,
grains of salt,
weak clarities 
of dawn.


3 comments:

  1. I'll pass on the Kind!

    She has a show this coming Thanksgiving weekend, so she's luckily hit a groove painting, plus the trip to Ohio last month provided both ideas and inspiration.

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  2. Eakins on the interstate, on his way to Paducah...

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