At sundown men in loose powder-blue overalls come in a white city truck and unfurl tarps stashed between the bars of the wrought-iron fence and nudge them up and out over the park occluding the darkening saturated sky, making a sky beneath the sky, a darker place through which they feel their way back, by smell, by touch, to the edge, where they hang briefly, more audible than visible, before zipping the park up for the night, piling into the truck and driving away.
7 comments:
gorgeous!
gorgeous!
i agree!
Zipping up the park - interesting idea. What prompted it?
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That is a gorgeous scene, beautifully and carefully folded into a resonant image.
This poem is very descriptive and smooth. Loved "making a sky beneath the sky"!
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