the s-word

1. subs
I was once a sweet suburban parcel
four-squared, sub-divided

A Day in Summer

after Rilke

Lord, how we privilege this season
of blushing fruits and yellow dreams

in a poem weather’s never weather, there’s something other:
behind that cloud, transitory; in back of sunshine, egg.

if it’s raining, it’s not raining; if it’s bright it’s harsh
if the valley’s brimmed with fog, well maybe…

CONTENT WARNING: This post contains some strong language and concerns domestic violence.

roses rucked in rows
to weather the weather. 
through the dreary pane
farther off, together

the Lumieres cranked their cinématographe
&
trains came, babies babied, horses tricked