Windchimes
Air flits upon the cool steel lips
in a banana bunch of prattling,
chattering lemurs plucked out
of the great metal fruit trees
from the Made in China forest.
The succulence of fruit is my
wife lying beautiful on the sofa
like a flute waiting for the song
in my hands and the flow of the
breeze through the windchimes.
Our hands clasp tight knuckles
leaving apetures where air licks
and likes to leave a trail of sticky
sweet music, melodiously chiming
just above the slow porch swing.
Jordan Montgomery Lewis
8/25/04
in a banana bunch of prattling,
chattering lemurs plucked out
of the great metal fruit trees
from the Made in China forest.
The succulence of fruit is my
wife lying beautiful on the sofa
like a flute waiting for the song
in my hands and the flow of the
breeze through the windchimes.
Our hands clasp tight knuckles
leaving apetures where air licks
and likes to leave a trail of sticky
sweet music, melodiously chiming
just above the slow porch swing.
Jordan Montgomery Lewis
8/25/04