At dusk

[rejectomorph]

Down at the house on the corner I hear kids playing. Reminded me of this verse:

From Kids at Play
by Donald Petersen


On the playground, in the street,
Careless children gather heat.

In their skulls a crazy voice:
Eat fire, eat fire, or turn to ice.

Fire, fire, kingdom come
Booms in the sky like a big bass drum.

Hi diddle-diddle. Come what may,
Turn to ash and blow away.

Comments

[aurora-adora.livejournal.com]

you always use the best imagery, whether it is your own or borrowed. you have a gift for elloquence. i always think that when i read your entries.

[rejectomorph]

Thanks. :-)
Petersen is one of my favorite modern American poets. He deserves to be more widely known. (I guess a lot of poets do.) I don't know where he is today, but for many years he was a professor at Oneonta. Lucky students.