The Cacographer

Watching Bethlehem

Everyday the men in caps
speak low
with unbottoned cuffs
and hangnail heads
while the sun rumbles down

The stars are a twitter
and twirl like ginned dresses

Watching it scatter
the girls either laugh
in shivers or plung
their arms into their boys
shuddering their shoulders

The stars are ceaseless
and the girls watch the caps
drooping like daffodils

The day sighing
like a long forgotten dog
slids earthward
and watching them
the circle topples out
Leaving ulitmately
the bent grass
and the coppered clovers
in the setting sun

posted by OrangeDrink @ 3:21:00 AM