W.Dockery
2024-07-05 16:55:52 UTC
Grey Dawn In the Deep South
In the grey dawn
when the heavy valley air
takes the city
in foggy arms
Almost chilly streets
that will lose this soon
in the sunshine noon
and afternoon hot as blazes.
In the grey dawn
when the frogs croak
and two cats watch for birds.
Rumbling sound
of the car next door
across the bushes that keep us apart.
In the grey dawn
hear a distant train
that comes closer to my street
on a crawl from Macon.
Whistle whining
from a long way from here.
A Monday that will soon
burn with daylight
heat and brightness so intense
it seems loud and pounding.
-Will Dockery (7-19-21
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From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/07/grey-dawn-in-deep-south.html
In the grey dawn
when the heavy valley air
takes the city
in foggy arms
Almost chilly streets
that will lose this soon
in the sunshine noon
and afternoon hot as blazes.
In the grey dawn
when the frogs croak
and two cats watch for birds.
Rumbling sound
of the car next door
across the bushes that keep us apart.
In the grey dawn
hear a distant train
that comes closer to my street
on a crawl from Macon.
Whistle whining
from a long way from here.
A Monday that will soon
burn with daylight
heat and brightness so intense
it seems loud and pounding.
-Will Dockery (7-19-21
----
From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/07/grey-dawn-in-deep-south.html