Newington Walking Bridge
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
High Speed Chase
Two cops round the corner,
high-powered rifles poised beside their faces.
They’re speed walking down
the icy dead-end lane, coming right at me.
“Why the guns?” I ask, outside
in the cold, curious about the blaring sirens.
“There’s a man loose with a gun,”
one answers, distractedly, as he shuffles past.
Two burglars have crashed
their truck into my neighbor’s yard,
and a man lays hurt on the ground.
Cops scurrying down the embankment.
My boy is in the doorway, with the dog,
a look of deep worry surging in his young face.
I take them both inside. Lock the door.
What now? I am surprised to find I’m thrilled
by the question. Let’s go get the bastard,
a voice answers. Take the dog and track him down.
Two cops round the corner,
high-powered rifles poised beside their faces.
They’re speed walking down
the icy dead-end lane, coming right at me.
“Why the guns?” I ask, outside
in the cold, curious about the blaring sirens.
“There’s a man loose with a gun,”
one answers, distractedly, as he shuffles past.
Two burglars have crashed
their truck into my neighbor’s yard,
and a man lays hurt on the ground.
Cops scurrying down the embankment.
My boy is in the doorway, with the dog,
a look of deep worry surging in his young face.
I take them both inside. Lock the door.
What now? I am surprised to find I’m thrilled
by the question. Let’s go get the bastard,
a voice answers. Take the dog and track him down.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
From the Dead Letter Office
LIMBER
Sent to Charles back in early 90s, since reworked a little
(to patch holes from fallen off strips)
Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Jazz Collage
Made about 4 years ago, recently found, made for Ken Burns JAZZ
(my own boxed set, taping off tv)
