Ocean, liquid tinfoil:
woolgray skies.


Among napkins,
pill bottles, silverware,
and unpaid bills
in torn-open envelopes,
observe the miscreancy
of the waking mind.


Silver selah
of summer rain.


Collecting randomalia
into grist for gratitude.


Evening walk
to the café:
sparkling water,
cashier smiling,
glad to receive
payment in quarters.


Against the glare and shout,
against the ruckus and rush,

build word-shrines, poem-chapels.


Stalled, stilled,
the mind abides
here, how, now.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-07-11 at 12:27

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great stuff indeed. Experimental gems.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Entertaining throughout, but "liquid tinfoil" is outstanding.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Tom

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
These remind me of Kerouac's "Pops" in nature.


Very good.