The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for November 2002
The Golden Sidewalk
the silent
passing
the
accumulation
of litter [and
time] and life
[a cardboard
box protects
them
huddled
against the
wind
the red gesso
base the
leafs in
a box
crouching
lips pursed
brushes
poised
every detail
caressed
by the
gold against
concrete
history
highlighted
in time]
when we walk
we look up or
around
or across or
through or
down to
watch our steps
the tread
the wear the
sun
shines
high at noon
time slicing
through the
narrow street
the gleaming cracks
a testimony
to the
indifference of our
constructions and
the delight
of our imaginations
the edifice
beneath
us crumbles
we shuffle on
the lines the
light the
depth
the dust
the mud the
cigaret butts
gathered
in the
shallow
vessel of
perception
tuned
by a gesture
a gleaming
idea
[they
bend
to their
work
we
step around
them
i stop
to watch]
October 2002