Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 83.0: October 31st, 2008
Weight
by Belinda Roddie
What a heavy day it’s been
No other word seems to fit it better
The sky could collapse under its cotton robes
That flutter only slightly as they move
The light is not too defined, either –
All’s been dim from noon to evening
As I’ve waited by the railroad tracks
Mangled in rust and southern heat –
And all that I see appears to linger
In each draw of breath, in a haze
On a very clear horizon –
Clear but not strong enough
To lift the weight that causes my head to spin
What a heavy day it’s been
by Belinda Roddie
What a heavy day it’s been
No other word seems to fit it better
The sky could collapse under its cotton robes
That flutter only slightly as they move
The light is not too defined, either –
All’s been dim from noon to evening
As I’ve waited by the railroad tracks
Mangled in rust and southern heat –
And all that I see appears to linger
In each draw of breath, in a haze
On a very clear horizon –
Clear but not strong enough
To lift the weight that causes my head to spin
What a heavy day it’s been
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