52 SONGS

...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

36. Poem Conceived During a Commute

Over the road the gray arm reaches out
to speak to me in colors, like paddles
at auction telling the caller to keep bids 
coming. Even if the brake pedal could be, 
without harm, thought of as a gavel, 
the foot resists the current lot’s appraisal.

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