“In a bowl of water, no direction”
The Sky Is Clear, But It’s Raining - Donald Britton | That same TJ’s seltzer but in cans
The Poem
The Sky Is Clear, But It’s Raining - Donald Britton
Under the trees, where everything
Is still possible in prescribed doses:
Hundreds of accordion-like units
Without edges. But there is no unwinding
Of minutes to stay the execution
Of a rain-shot weekend in early
Beach weather, no elixir
To revive the amputated flower
Still kicking on its ghost-stem
In a bowl of water, no direction
In which to steer
The hapless, puzzled out-of-towner
Other than straight ahead,
To the sheer drop-off
Where his guidebook gutters
Or deposits him, addressless,
In thin air.
The Beverage
That same TJ’s seltzer but in cans
The one I recommended last week comes in cans but in other flavors. Your girl is on the struggle right now, I can’t write anything better.