Environmental doom, catastrophic war: these clots
of syllables squat in my mind when my mind
prefers to ponder cold rain coming in from
the Pacific, coming down with uncanny steadiness,
crackling on roofs and windows like spiders
wearing cleats. I order fresher syllables to arrive
carrying different ideas--rivulets, storm, traffic
rush, water (water!) I offer them a hot beverage,
tell them to let their vowels and consonants
rest a while, because I feel like just hanging out
with some words tonight, under a roof, wondering.
hans ostrom 2020
of syllables squat in my mind when my mind
prefers to ponder cold rain coming in from
the Pacific, coming down with uncanny steadiness,
crackling on roofs and windows like spiders
wearing cleats. I order fresher syllables to arrive
carrying different ideas--rivulets, storm, traffic
rush, water (water!) I offer them a hot beverage,
tell them to let their vowels and consonants
rest a while, because I feel like just hanging out
with some words tonight, under a roof, wondering.
hans ostrom 2020
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