09 August 2010

Realty

Realty

The lot across the street is being cut down
                        Weeds have been grown for three months
They suck at the air, choking in the humidity
                        A soft plastic thread spinning becomes a hack
It is watching dominos, they fall so gently
                        Like a sudden narcolepsy of grasses
From across the street behind glass there is no sound
                        Just the falling, the clumping
The sparrows hopping madly in the sidewalk