Thursday, October 30, 2008

Roof Drums

Painted parrots border the ceiling,
expensive rubber roof
drums under rain,
sweet smoke of pecan wood
rises and reflected flickerings
play shadow puppet on the Persian-
Iranian carpet.

Home has moved indoors
for a season,
at brightest noon maybe
a cup of tea at the covered pool,
Saturday we'll gain back that hour
that would've helped me
at the bank.

Elections, play-offs,
birthdays, pumpkins,
short calendar, long
blankets, hour by hour
the breath draws closer
to frost. We don't rub our hands
together just to pray,
but we do pray.

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