Friday, 14 October 2016

family lines

family lines

the men of
my mother's
family line
remind me
power poles
along a
gravel road
through
countryside,
say,
near ocean
a brilliance
above the low
hills you know
comes from the
sea out
over there
they stride on
awkwardly against
the blue shot sky
yet get the
job done
cables loping
post to post
a rhythm
into the
distance
stained
with oil
a cicada
shell
dug into
the pitted
warmth
of their skin
in rain
without coats
they stiffen
their arms
against cloud
carry on
till the
darkness
takes them
down

                 beijing
                 december 31 2009
                 january 2010

                






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