Violet

[erie_street]

A throbbing tune, this unseasonable tempo
dancing along the parapet,
and inside your shirt
your ribs resonate, hunt to bag
your words from that wrong turn
a few lines remembered wrongly

What’s to know this October afternoon
plants making plans to live again
fine hue trickery, delicacy
abounding in the leaves
tilted light details the remains
violets so pale they have to be
seen twice to be seen

Comments

[tinhips]

I love the last two lines. October does this to people, the slanted sunlight, the impending sense of death.