David Appelbaum



dull-tempered

the hourglass curves
for good reason
near as full throng
pared to a loss
in the dark cauldron

I am that stone
cast to the bottom
with water refusing
the last passage

as when wind ceases
leaves fail to fall



Sequel

Since then, appearance
only by surprise
in familiar places—
a hem of a skirt
in neon
a dog trademark
a secret code

always live that
high white contrail
the pure story
is never told

but expired
in a search



David Appelbaum lives in the Shawangunk Mountains. His most recent poetry collection, Jiggerweed, was published by Finishing Line Press [2011].
 
 
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