Jun 282010
by Joseph Fergson
Backpack brimming cheap
Bread,
Engulfed by hungry fowl
Honking,
She coddles like babies.
“Don’t worry,”
Her voice soft down,
“It’s just a noise.”
Behind her
A great dam
Built before the divorce
Of beauty and function,
Looms like
Aztec stone, and.
Above,
The churning
Gray nebula
Of autumn skies.
