The Evening Light Through the EucalyptusRather disputedly and near the aloof delimiters
of what you might discern as your receding desire,
all things remain safe from examination. We try
to think of it as something else: something
sipping iced tea on a redwood deck in June,
gazing across rooftops while gunshots are exchanged.
She reads a magazine in the pseudo-pastoral beauty
while holding a strong bearing and the notion of truth.
But even truth can lead to a sudden remorse, the sudden
wound; and it's the music that is so unnerving.
A warm wind remains, breaching the gathered trees,
leaving behind them the besieged, beige hills to plunder.
rdking