The Left Column
poem from
11th poem page:

from IB14
  
   Those thoughts
      covered over with ice
   and not having any new ideas
           at all
        like those forgotten yesterdays
       some long forgotten everyday
   an a-go around which you'd impulsively
                  wrap your mind.

     All night long at the factory
  the steam billows into the valley
    ice collects on the railings
     the guys' trucks sit in the parkng lot
 
    That mood
      is best felt while at work
   when you're just getting off of the shift
       and in between when you're going from 
        lunch to the restroom
    and you have to walk outside
     between the breakroom and the back hall
    
     one night
   when the cold's sudden descent
    the steam all turned to snow right there
         before it got high into the 
      valley air
   and covered over the guys' new trucks
      and covered over the withered 5 foot
     weed stocks by the chainlink fence in the back
       and even though we all know it's still fall
   the snow storm covers it all.

      Then, there, between the ice slip 
           and the rail
       A frozen mop next to a pail
           I thought for an instant of you
         and had that feeling, that mood.

   Next week
    when I visit the city of light on the lake
        Maybe I'll be back in a mood best 
         remembered right there
      or maybe letting all of that go
    to the lost winds of time 
   broken cleches that writers
      can't use without derision from
    other writers. . . 

    another reason I need the edit features
        working
        so it's easier to change this page.

23 MAR,
 2009