waitress poems

Friday, October 28, 2005

IN OCTOBER

Old women in head rags go out
to sweep the steps
of gray buildings.
But the fiery leaves
circle and taunt,
refusing capture.
Look quickly!
down the street
a rider in an orange cap
pedals his bike
through an arc of light
and is gone.

6 Comments:

  • This had an impact on me similar to that when I first read Williams' Red Wheelbarrow many years ago. That sudden glimpse of something special is great.
    Thank you.

    By Blogger floots, at 1:24 PM  

  • I've been reading and working through Berryman's Dream Songs lately. It makes the kindness of your captured moment into an incredible relief. Wonderful Patry!

    By Blogger Russell Ragsdale, at 6:21 PM  

  • floots: Wow, thank you. I loved Red Wheelbarrow, too when I first read it--also many years ago. Maybe I should go back for a reread.

    Russell: I know what you mean. The Dream Songs are wonderful, but not all at once.

    By Blogger Patry Francis, at 8:00 PM  

  • Caught up in the colours, holding my breath,

    By Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson, at 1:01 AM  

  • Oh!

    By Blogger MB, at 9:41 AM  

  • you capture ordinary moments and make them soooo interesting!

    By Blogger Lorena, at 3:41 PM  

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