Yard on fire, out front a trailer
single wide flame high as the roof
an old man with a camcorder
on a ladder, two kids aloof
gaily dance in circles, singing,
'Yards on fire,' out front the trailer
where they raked the dead leaves, glowing
faces alight, ever closer,
closer, antelope and tiger
already my heartbeat quickens
'Yards on fire!' out front the trailer
they don't turn and no one listens
as i pass in my car, heading
home, the man with a camcorder
filming (wind blows) children prancing,
yard on fire and soon the trailer
(i am sure it's a video
they'll watch often), a song on
the radio speed metal screamo
nobody listens, so i turn
it up louder---
Over at dVerse Poets, Gay has us writing quaterns. The first 4 stanzas of this are written to the form---last stanza is my own addition to it. Saw this on the way home yesterday...the fire was so large and right up on the trailer, all it would take was a bit of wind and whoosh...and the only adult was videoing from atop a ladder. I dunno. So try you hand at form, this one is actually relatively easy. Doors open at 3 pm EST.
And for my good friend, g-man. A little 55 word story from our breakfast table this morning.
Loving like California
i like you.
i like you too.
and just what's that mean
you're gonna do?
today, i think
i'll write a love note to you
'mom/dad, why are you
speaking californian?' my son
asks around a cinnamon bun
'cause there's gold in them
there hills, there's gold,' i say
look away, Cole