Sunday, September 28, 2008
A Point of Time
Pointed Time
What'll we do with the young?
Not a thing.
They'll take care
of us. Prior to a neighborhood
softball game,
the young guys vs
the old, I stood, as always with the young,
They shove me to the other side.
...seeing the dust
cloud now...
Choking Acid of it.
They laugh still. Still.
Game long, twilight quiets the
flaming girders above the factory.
