her indignant loud blather
\nscrapes the sun-mottled sidewalk
\nher practised syllables rippling
\nthrough the shivering locust leaves<\/p>\n
the hoarse female cigarette voice
\naccusatory rhythmical hard edged
\nslices the hapless rough lout
\npushing the baby carriage
\nas she pulls the wagon of groceries<\/p>\n
she pauses to bark at the universe<\/p>\n
resumes the earnest litany
\nbut we can no longer hear these
\nincantations of a faith we do not hold<\/p>\n
she is entitled to her catechism
\nas are we to our private jokes
\nand simple satisfaction<\/p>\n
we held our debates years ago
\nin private
\nnow we smile and speculate on
\nhow much we have yet to learn<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
her indignant loud blather scrapes the sun-mottled sidewalk her practised syllables rippling through the shivering locust leaves the hoarse female cigarette voice accusatory rhythmical hard edged slices the hapless rough lout pushing the baby carriage as she pulls the wagon … Continue reading