for Lisa Markley and Tim Seibles
leaves and distant tires are whispered
along on the Trinity's halitosis breath a plastic bottle
and a candy wrapper rumble
down the street threatening
children
more leaves tatter the edge of hearing
rush closer
then away
as the breath comes
heavier thrumming
slow profane hints of syllables
that push into the pores
and orifices of my clothes touch
my senses the breath
thickens in the ragged
gaps porches ring pale
air teases draws the eyes
to try and catch the sky
see where it ends...
corner it
smell thickens down
the invisible lines
catches the necks of cicadas
and trills there a scream slowly
from a child
or a hinge
most drift
the whispers draw
us here settle
onto the old concrete it settles us
into our places a homeless place
full of homeless
breath
caressing... wraps... seeps these
northers comfort
and the greys of the skies
are the only mystery dreams take
a few into other places but there
the breath whispers
whispers
profane hints whispers
they have followed these
homeless drift from homeless
space to homeless space
in the ragged gaps exhaust
laughs as they try to touch the sky
and the breath whispers the Trinity in their ears
Tim Wood
Copyright 1995 Tim Wood.
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