Day Two


Here is day two of the rest of your life
He will
Finish your sentences finish your sentences
Embezzle the crispness
Of the chairs
The timbre of his
Barest repetitions
The footfall of crows
On a scorched tin roof

Day two
Will seem to grow
By the anniversaries
Of the careful sweep
Of butter knives
And clinking of spoons
Clinking of spoons

And mental ticks between
Passing vehicles


#NaPoWriMo 2013 poem number 2

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2013