Post Modern

 

Post Modern

 

I am in a fine mettle tonight

Foot against the brake

As expected

Jammed tight, full of color, high volume, sound precise,

I ring

I am reverberation

Think

Before you come close

Ripples move far from the source

The evening water is clueless as to its depths

Tread lightly here

The sand shifts quickly

I have adjectives

Waiting in the wings

Barely aloft, they wait for

An excuse to

Fly

Hang there, the wind is just

Right, don’t you know how I watch you

Preening, wings lit up by

Risk

The train barrels across

I wait

Mesmerized by the red blinking

The pointed sign that says

I will soon be there

But here

I simply wait

In a fine mettle, foot against the brake

Reviews

[Stephanie W.]

i enjoyed this so much. well done.