The Boards Weathered

The wood of the barn
the creosote bleeding
brown shoe polish and maple syrup
colors of the boards
weathered and rough
veins of the trees
like Braille to my touch


July 14, 2010
based on memories, and
remembering prior poem
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Weathered

Weathered and worn
But oh so proudly
The old barn preened in the summer
Mid-day sun

He had seen her earlier,
Noticed her shape, angles
On the drive to his desk and cube

But now she shown
The aged wood, elephant skin
Or maybe the skin of a Burmese elder
Lit at the edge of the cut field

Tawny, creosote, browns in varied hues
Tingled his fancy, his synapses
Starkness of the vertical and horizontal lines
Breaking the field and forests
Softer edges

Ready for a picture or two
To catch the eye, the imagination
Of the traveler of the byway
Proud in its skin
In the light


August 17, 2005 16:02


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