michael hogan

Rookie - 52 Points (July 14,1943 / Newport, Rhode Island)

Good Friday In Providencia - Poem by michael hogan

At dawn, doves unloosen the light.
Antiphonal echoes, vibrato from deep caves
lift us from sleep and our unformed fears.
Dustmotes linger in the air.

A crow whose bailiwick is the mango tree
screeches and cackles in madcap mockery
of all our well-laid plans,
the ganglion of half-forgotten dreams.

The world becomes busy.
Cow bells for basura, street vendors and children,
the neurology of early morning vowels
watering the desiccated imagination.

Yet, everything is formal. The dampening of the dust,
the whisk of straw brooms
the punctual tolling of church bells
like the last line of a quatrain.

The sun neonizes the bougainvillea
The morning glory spreads its goodly gear.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013


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