standing at a bus stop in november

canvas - white out -
the ground is breathing, puffs
of smoke, soon to be torn
by tired tires -
there is a tension, a certain
tension to the taming of the
autumn rainbow -
it surrenders to erasure with
solemn - descent,
assured of mercy -
but apprehensive of its
trimestered resurrection -

canvas - black dot -
the howl of the hunt, the stalking
predator, swallowing its
willing prey -
there is a warmth, a certain
warmth inside the belly
of the beast -
and then an endless need to
migrate - to move,
attracted to the horizon -
life is merely an arc of
transient fantasies -


~11/09-04/14/10