is a thought
of flowers
near frost,
dangling stiff
bitten by
the vampire of
late fall,
hanging desolate
near dusk
from a pot
on a patio porch-
with a yellow bulb
light beaming
conspicuously outward
over chilled
yellow green
glazed grass.
While my cat Nikki
hunches over a coffee
table, toasty & warm,
nose pressed
super glue
to the window
on guard for
passing birds,
cars-
utility vans
with large bubble eyes.
Michael Lee Johnson, Chicago, USA
Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago, IL. after spending 10 years in Edmonton, Alberta Canada
ReplyDeleteduring the Viet Nam era. He is a freelance writer and poet. He is interested in social, religious topics, and the need for universal health care in the United States. He is presently self-employed, with a previous background in social service areas. He has a B.A. degree in sociology, worked on a Masters Program in Correctional Administration.
I can see Nikki's nose pressed up against that window. Great descriptions! ~Linda
ReplyDeleteSimply lovely.
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