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Sundown in a Familiar City |
| Written by m.b. timothy | |
| Saturday, 30 August 2008 | |
behold that cinnamon sky prevalent reds slowly subside into the great oaks on the crayola horizon the Allegheny shimmers with remaining copper sun and goodnights the brothering Ohio. wade I in the shallows of Monongahela alone where three rivers rally sand wet creeps through my toes an anchoring embrace for my constant meandering listening now as songbirds whistle their lasts of a long afternoon and reminds me of my mother humming in the steam of a stovetop boil. aroma most oriental and almost can I feel the warm settlings of ginger tea in my sundried stomach. Slumbering against the wind in silence gazing now at the laity of stars in the palmy night sky and imagine myself roosting on the crescent moon. with me, my mother the lackadaisy most cucumbersome. a sweet burden was I bestowed. Copyright 2008 m.b. timothy |
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