Sunday with Dave: Discover


I, in wastelands,
a howling at urbane alarm,
the left undone
a confidence to speak direct,
walk back,
frozen correlation whims,
the scuttled ice
with no anchoring to edge,
preen city,
tack at gusts,
expiration calling cards
population by mail,
discover lapse,
wander as if purpose,
the conversation
a propertied resentment.

© Dave Arenas 1/2/08
© Dave Arenas Short Stack Story Time 2015

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