November 19, 2018

 

Thoughts and Consequences

 
 
 

Thoughts and Consequences

My life has reached the end of her water.
This morning she woke to a suicide headache.
Outside, the sky sun blue --
just enough white to make it interesting.

Then my bother called me from Florida wetlands.
It's been raining all week, he said,
and held the phone away from his ear
so I could share the steel vibrations of tree frogs,
vertical lines twanging with instruction.

Later: Driving my son on an errand,
he pointed to the hills and said,
The only thing I like about Mid-Missouri --
the gray fog in the distance
branching itself into wrinkles.

That night N. said to me: Camping is an aphrodisiac
and I thought to myself I never have anything to say.






Article © Michael H. Brownstein. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-02-12
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.


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