inner art journal

El Prado Perigee Suite

now, when
the force of gravity
is greatest,
best keep my attention
close to home

sapling branches
groan against themselves
tap for attention
against my neighbor’s
doublewide

meadowlark-
echo of her crescent throat
now faded
has flown into the dark cover
of winter’s last night

dry umbels
sway above the culvert
garage band drummer
pounds the week away

blueray silhouette
fills a nearby picture window
teen playing
garish split screen war games
hunched over his weapon remote