12-27-2015, 10:33 PM
[Okay, here is revision #2. I plan to add back the spring at the end eventually]
The air is still, silent, rising,
heated by the afternoon sun directed
so it yields no shadow. The parking
lot extends starkly beyond
A sad boy who sits, neck bent, drops of sweat
impotent against the heat
fall near the dead dried hollow stick
of a worm stuck by its dessicated mucous.
Rare wind slides sand and toasted
pine needles in the empty black paved lot;
bright sun lights everything to an afterimage of itself,
bleached yet glowing.
He knows he has forever lost or forgotten
some innate essential piece of being.
Sounds ceases, wind dies
Nothing happens.
The air is still, silent, rising,
heated by the afternoon sun directed
so it yields no shadow. The parking
lot extends starkly beyond
A sad boy who sits, neck bent, drops of sweat
impotent against the heat
fall near the dead dried hollow stick
of a worm stuck by its dessicated mucous.
Rare wind slides sand and toasted
pine needles in the empty black paved lot;
bright sun lights everything to an afterimage of itself,
bleached yet glowing.
He knows he has forever lost or forgotten
some innate essential piece of being.
Sounds ceases, wind dies
Nothing happens.