Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Autumn Birth (a three-minute exercise)

The hanging fall sun is
nicked by billboards and weathervanes

and splits, a broken egg yolk
dripping thick golden glaze

on sugar-puff exhalations
warming worn-in bricks and lonely city trees.


(I like writing small simple poems about small simple things. Why yes, I am a Hicok/WCW fangirl, how did you know?)

1 comment:

invisible_hand said...

can a true appreciator of the lingual beauty of william carlos williams really be called a "fangirl?"

lord, i hope not.