Leaning forward Skijump Stance
jawset
faces cutting wind
chromeplate eyes scan grey-brown haze.
Out of the mountains
we ooze
in a rolling
rush downhill
to
coalesce in painted metal rivers
spreading on
the shrouded valley floor.
Roaring rapids,
chrome and glass
spray
and steam and smoke.
Eddies swirl at
on-and-off ramps
Rubber ripples
shining wet
reflect the
sun's weak penetration
of
the brown-cloud glare.
A barracuda's
darting dance
flaunting
lane-change pirouettes
taunts the
surly diesel rhinos
flouts
majestic ocean liners,
manic
minnows fawning in their wakes.
An open lane, a gush
of gas
A carom off a gravel
truck
slomo flight, wheels spinning airborne
graceful
leap across the chainlink
a
somersault & a half twist
Flying in formation
with a dozen
spinning shards of shattered plastic
and
windshield glass spraying like rock salt soaked in red.
The river curdles,
standstill spreading from the snag
up and down
the grid the grinding jam congeals.
Engines whirring
idle, gnashing teeth, hot tar and radios.
The smoke begins to
rise
and reeks of
hair and gasoline and rubber soot
and I'll be late again and likely lose my parking spot.
Turns
Left
to be read aloud- not for the
eyes alone
A tear of joy
a
tear of heart
the
tares of life
when
leavers part
the
part you knead
your
needs depart
a
life of leaves
and
branches.
The branches fork
spread
from a crotch
the
dogwood bark
but
bark peels off
peals
of the thunder
nervous
cough
the
coffin creaks
and
listens.
The creeks a flood
the
flowers float
too
light to fall
two
lightnings bolt
lithe
wood is rent
the
rent comes due
the
dew comes.
To do, to die
the
die is cast
cast
out the doubt
decide
at last
the
side of right
the
right to wrong
the left won.