Sun slopes low through
\nBoston ivy leaves festooning
\nthe window where I wait.<\/p>\n
Traffic drones, chatty radio
\nsputters in the kitchen:
\nNorth Korea’s A-bomb is the
\nindignation of the nation.<\/p>\n
The blue berries on the ivy,
\nsome relative of grape
\nready themselves to be winter
\nlarder for shivering birds.<\/p>\n
I bring new stories to the
\npaintings here, every day.<\/p>\n
Table lamps deliver globes of
\nwarmth and literacy
\nto their respective corners.<\/p>\n
In summer I look out at
\nthe river and far horizons;
\nthe rest of the year
\nhorizons are pretty close by
\nwinter’s weather wisdoms
\nare more reliant on
\nthe gods of telegraphy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sun slopes low through Boston ivy leaves festooning the window where I wait. Traffic drones, chatty radio sputters in the kitchen: North Korea’s A-bomb is the indignation of the nation. The blue berries on the ivy, some relative of grape … Continue reading