By Light of Day

Tent jacket
You've stretched yourself
Nice and thick
What will you do with all that gravy?
Perhaps pour it over cedar or pine
One warm day when the sun is high
Long after the lemons are knobs
And the dogs have stopped barking

Tent city
With its ashen embrace
That smell of charcoal and rain
Slowly becoming something great
Shale for younger men
A totem or tiki
That slumbered seaport
Yawning with logged brine
Making ribbons that can't take sail
But always a step for scale
Or earmark for kindle
--
2.17.11

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