Series: Town among Yellow

In the evening / In the morning

“On all sides the silence is unharmed” 

To speak of chronology this way

The shape of winter is in the summer

The 10,000 year event

Finally, they pulled his mattress out into the living room

Carrefour (Atlantic)

Lilacs emerge slowly with the precision that is their due.

An orange line where his neck skin

House incarnate / House in carnage ...

The windows of her house look outward...

A record of vacancy

And these were the day’s aftertaste /  Some sheets and a bible left on the rooftop

Sky won't

She is happy / Wind pulls the wires / Across the roof

“On the same ruinous path, down into the Void.”

Available

Is there a street without the language which spoke it?

The siding falls off one corroded nail at a time

What had spoke

Hiding under the porch, watching the mailman come ...

It’s been determined to let you go.

He said they used to set a box on fire ...

She holds your hand

Tug apples off ...

In the yard a crockpot of stew congeals / In the seat of the chair / Where he used to sit in the sun

Sometimes he’d get lost in the (living) room

How long has it been / Since you allowed yourself to just go / On and on?

Leaf through / The album of yellow days

They found a petrified cat in the transom window sill

Paw prints on the window where the cat ...

That neverending day.

Muttering to the window about sand before it was glass

“The silence in the stone grows enormous” Georg Trakl