A Moment in the Camera Eye

 

see the man across the street,

Picking up garbage,

Rearranging the flower garden

In a motif of which he could only dream Spanish dreams,

 

As the grass short- stilled by a half-life that only lasted a few days,

The camera turned to the cigarette butt on a dirty pavement called a street.

The insignificant earned some kind of title that I was hoping for,

 

Because of inadequate plumbing, the incessant ohm-like sound of the faucet spoke certain drips and drops that make a wayward day seem like a straight path. 

 

 

            Because of word on the street, the drags and liaisons of others burn heat,

sly contenders trick the editors into the wastebasket,

 

The pass is narrow, I run quickly to the camera

Hoping for one more glance.

 

 

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

"Because of inadequate plumbing, the incessant ohm-like sound of the faucet spoke certain drips and drops that make a wayward day seem like a straight path."

"The pass is narrow, I run quickly to the camera
Hoping for one more glance."

Your voice is so strong in your writing that I can hear it as I read. This was just masterful gems you are posting today...not that what you had up before wasn't great...I think you know what I mean.