The Yellow Stocking
Ah
what is that blessed rain doing
to these late days of July
the Persian silk tree the black locust tree
that late-blooming fireweed
and this weeping willow
which only just turned a deep green
To windows rooftops
to words we remember less
Don't hang up
wait to hear the gutter's cough the sparrow's sneeze
and the sigh of a me who still thinks of you
Ah
what is that blessed rain doing
to these late days of July
the leaves poised to fall ancient benches
and the empty chair of a woman
who left in the corner of my mind
a sidelong glass
a slanted smile and one yellow stocking
Comments (4)
Showleh
i like i though i ‘m at the beginig of poem road.
Showleh
I l like it. i wish i could know more about the poetic images.
Michelle
That looks like a typo to me—“sidelong glass” should be “sidelong glance,” right? Fantastic word choice with ‘sidelong’ though
safoura
...ancient benches
and the empty chair of a woman
who left in the corner of my mind
.....
That was fabulous!
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