{"id":4743,"date":"2014-09-20T20:45:53","date_gmt":"2014-09-20T20:45:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=4743"},"modified":"2014-09-20T22:30:41","modified_gmt":"2014-09-20T22:30:41","slug":"the-highway-home-spying-sun-a-photograph-and-two-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kevernacular.com\/?p=4743","title":{"rendered":"“The Highway Home, Spying Sun”: a photograph and two poems"},"content":{"rendered":"
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It took me a while but I finally matched up one of my photographs with one of my poems.<\/em><\/p>\n

THE HIGHWAY HOME, SPYING SUN<\/p>\n

This light’s polished so as to
\nlure me to blindness.
\nWhat eye wouldn’t devour a
\npearl ice cream cloud?
\nMy sight sticks to the
\ncloud’s surface — molten hot
\none instant, cool the next.<\/span><\/p>\n

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My eye and memory hang onto
\nthat sky coaster arc, unafraid
\nof falling until I turned away, look back
\nand see the celestial slag
\nfallen into the water far, far below.<\/p>\n

The car shakes and mocks the sight,
\nthen turns wheels, cursing dull drivers and
\nthen a sign: “WELCOME INTERIOR MULTI-HOSTESS SHOW”<\/p>\n

The Pied Pipers of the lemon lemming-and-crumpet crowd?
\nHow many ways would a
\nmulti-hostess slice a pearl cloud
\n— & dole it onto gilded plates
\nfor faintly drooling dinner club diners
\nstill masticating from their prime rib —
\nespecially if the pearl cloud matched her interior?<\/p>\n

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There’s a companion poem to THE HIGHWAY HOME, SPYING SUN. I wrote this second piece on the same trip back to Milwaukee from an escape to Wisconsin’s North Woods and a cabin in Pembine. Imagine the gloriously celestial sky accompanying “HIGHWAY HOME” inundated with black clouds and pelting rain. The ensuing poem is correspondingly darker.<\/em><\/p>\n

RAIN IN THE LIGHT — Pembine, WI<\/p>\n

Again, the windshield wiper streaked
\nliquid silver along the rainbow in view
\nand I wondered why so much rain fell
\nfrom the sunlight.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Was it because we drove
\nto where sky is so wide
\nno clouds could cover,
\nwhere crust of age falls away to river spray,
\nthe hurdle of timeless still,
\nover bugs and our feet?<\/p>\n

Or was it because we stood
\non the rounded edge between darkness and
\ntomorrows lifted like wings of the eagle
\nclutching the will to prey, feed and multiply
\nwhile our leaders aped his fierce eye
\nand strangled the air until clicking heads
\nsaw destination instead of sky,
\ntill rockets spit down fire and
\nhell fell from above,
\nwhile our windshield wipers ape wings of
\nmemory?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Copyright — Kevin Lynch 2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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