Around Roxbury Table


RAREST EVENING

The dirt road
across from the old turkey farm
was considered to be a romantic place

before it became the sanitary landfill
and then, one of those fox-fart communities,
that hasn't seen a fox since the Scotts-Irish
coal miners scared 'em off.

Still,
that line of cars
pushing into the woods

made a bold statement
for its single-minded exploration
and the humid territory all encountered

as lovers waited for the first sign of night
to poke its way through
a chink in the condensation.

After sweaty encounters
they'd rub a spot
on the steamy windshield

just to have a ball and watch
the rarest evenings take place
where the sorghum vines exhale

and utility lines embrace the
MAELSTROM OF THE MOON.
 

 

ŠJimmy Warner Design 2011