Off Topic: Today’s Verse 11

It was gorgeous today in Atlanta.  Cool and warmy.  I mean cool and sunny.  I took a walk in Alpharetta after I got off work.  On my way home, inching down the tree-lined Old Alabama Connector (road contraption), I envisioned a laddie sitting shotgun–something that tends to happen when the weather outside is delightful and there’s good jpop coming out of the speakers.   This poem started brewing.

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sun volt
widens and spills
an estuary of glitter
the field
re-routing sideways
to avoid an accidental
point conversion,
the two smoldered ends meet

he sails forty-yarders
through the saffron slivers
of my steel atria–
bounty not for his hands–
and lands
across the county seat

were it not for duties
affixed to keypads
basket drinks,
were it not for my own
fences
he could warm the watermark
off my inseam

as he loiters
about the middle ground
of a quick pass-play
two seconds off-beat

i corner off his sprinting form.

–yiqi 29 avril 08 7:33pm

originally published here.