Monday, February 18, 2013


Eagle Falls Meadows

I meandered for hours
through Eagle Falls Meadows
its docile sidewalks
escorting me 
past jade lawns and 
driveway boats.

Behind carport doors
galaxies of gear
whole universes
of stuff
glimmered like
styrofoam stars.

Children pedaled
glossy bikes 
through safety's 

1 comment:

  1. I came back to this poem again today, Ed. Thank you. I imagine it offering itself as a guide for me to approach the objectify prompt. There is something I notice/feel both implicit and explicit in how it satisfies this prompt. To irony, improv, and your artistry!