Monday, May 16, 2011


            susan ambrosino
The early morning mist seemed just a fog
   Until you wished
      You had worn more clothing
         Perhaps something plastic.

Doors suck open as you walk
   Car tires rustle the damp pavement
      Garbage truck metal crushes metal
         Your walk turns to frolic down the street.

Many people don’t think
   To stop their automatic lawn sprinklers
      Though all the morning weather reports
         Declare the inevitability of rain.

Vapor dripping from trees overhead
   Clouds your eyeglass vision
      Just enough
         To soften the suburban world you move through.

You're alone
   With the one who knows everything about you
      Your private pleasures and resentments
         Your secret loves.

The one who wants what you want
   Doesn't argue
      Follows quietly
         Listens and agrees.

You always suspected your dog's love of cheese
   Would send him off a cliff for a piece of it.
      You quicken your pace
         Hurry home.

Sometimes the spirit alone goes out for a walk
   Comes back for the cheese.
      Though you come from soil and seed
         the product is far from complete.

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