AN ODE TO "C"
bells, bikes, and trucks bending
metal joints, creaking
tight corners, bated breaths
military piper trills, drums in shades
frost lit revelry melts to mist
lavender tulips, relentlessly pressed,
eager arms, reluctant sun
swans glide, mysterious warning
magic, lurking in dank corners
history seeps through cracked bricks
merging clouds, windows, mirrors,
breaking, china glass
images, reflecting in sweet sorrow
surfaces shimmer, seeking a thousand year dream
melding, morphing, twisting, trailing
shadows of an ancient self
the hall of kings has no idea
what to think of me
a modern anomaly: red parka, heaving hiking boots, and black skinny jeans
stain upon the royal ambience
in muted tones of stateliness
the lion gasps...
i catch my breath...
the past trickles through...