Bowl of Green With Ant

Brought up suddenly
by this city panorama--
bowl of green with ant
cars scrabbling silently
among lazy-waving maple trees--
I will soon see
the purple curtain of twilight
drop thoughts like a narcotic
on this affluent hill, superior
with its cold citizens and closed
doors. I descend the hill,
recognize pain
in the gaits and glances of those
I pass, as they rush
to the end of their clean street
neatly tapered as a coffin.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

in the gaits and glances of those
I pass, as they rush
to the end of their clean street
neatly tapered as a coffin.

A very meaningful piece of absurdism. Thank you, John.

[David Scott]

This was fresh and vibrantly penned John.