Saturday, September 9, 2023

Where I am, a poem by me

The window is open
I hear a distant river rushing
Outside
The brown-green narrow pathway
Meets tall and short, slender grey woods
Over the silent, soon-to-be stream, now Puddle
Up the hill to flowery, grassy knoll
Abrupt against scrabble, pebbled sidewalk
Curving gently downward, concrete yellow curb
Sharp against angry, blackened, vast asphalt
Stretching curiously into cement topped by beige rectangles stacked two by two
Surrounded by soft meadow housing orchard renegades
Contrasting mightily against the rich green forest wall
Sequestered by spit split rocky boundaries 
Asphalt strip spotted yellow, sandwiched white
Up on which flows the erratically noisy river
Forms of plastic-metal conglomerates careening 
Miles away
Yet visible to my ears
I opened my window
And heard where I am
In space and place

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