Wednesday, September 6, 2017

housing


Walls of light
Standing planes and panes
Like prisms akimbo to light
Have held me rapt here
With skin in the game

Comfort be confound in coy
Contrasted by temperate untouchables
Hot like colors

Never seen lightning linger long
Enough to picture
Over iron mountains, topped mesas,
Yet you can smell the rain too, can’t you?
Miles away, the ions spin colliding
Into calm air-
Fixed for change.
We were warned,
Senselessly.



 Painting by Jasper Francis Cropsey, Catskill Mountain house, 1855 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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