Thursday, May 5, 2011

Hard Hat Dance

I cross construction site in early morning.
A foreman orders dungaree workers,
"Raise your hands."
Their muscled arms thrust the air...
a calculated choreography.
They flex, tandum paz de deux,
pirouette, then elevate in demi-point.
Brogans romp, stomp, bend
and twist in dusty asphalt
Stretched and warmed, the dancers pass
the chain-link barrier.  Rise
on balance beams above the city sky.

Carpenter Ants

Deck dry-rots.
Water seeps ceiling,
drips and puddles foyer.
Carpenter ants burrow beams.
Undermine like insurgents.
Cost protract in disproportion
to rationale.  Failing foresight,
we entangle in Cassandra tongues.
No exodus exists
from crumbling edifice.
In arrogance, we descend
to sawdust.

Dust Bunnies

Dust Bunnies wisp in stealthy
silence across our floors.
Pious puffs skitter behind
doors, convene under beds.
Monastic mites quietly
elude broom and vacuum,
lurk dark vents, whisper
in silent sanctuaries.
Other tufts drift theocratically
as windblown dandelions
or parasites seeding the world.

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