Sheez, it’s raining cats and dogs this morning and I’m missing summer thunderstorms. So I read some poetry.<\/p>\n
A Color of the Sky<\/strong><\/p>\n Windy today and I feel less than brilliant, I should call Marie and apologize Otherwise it’s spring, and everything looks frail; Last summer’s song is making a comeback on the radio, which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.<\/p>\n Last night I dreamed of X again. What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle. Outside the youth center, between the liquor store overflowing with blossomfoam, dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,<\/p>\n so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene. \u00a0-Tony Hoagland<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sheez, it’s raining cats and dogs this morning and I’m missing summer thunderstorms. So I read some poetry. A Color of the Sky Windy today and I feel less than brilliant, driving over the hills from work. There are the dark parts on the road when you pass through clumps of wood and the bright […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[25],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-358","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-written"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/358","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=358"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/358\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=358"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=358"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.proteanme.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=358"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ndriving over the hills from work.
\nThere are the dark parts on the road
\nwhen you pass through clumps of wood
\nand the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean,
\nbut that doesn’t make the road an allegory.<\/p>\n
\nfor being so boring at dinner last night,
\nbut can I really promise not to be that way again?
\nAnd anyway, I’d rather watch the trees, tossing
\nin what certainly looks like sexual arousal.<\/p>\n
\nthe sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves
\nare full of infant chlorophyll,
\nthe very tint of inexperience.<\/p>\n
\nand on the highway overpass,
\nthe only metaphysical vandal in America has written
\nMEMORY LOVES TIME
\nin big black spraypaint letters,<\/p>\n
\nShe’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets.
\nYears ago she penetrated me
\nbut though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
\nI never got her out,
\nbut now I’m glad.<\/p>\n
\nWhat I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.
\nWhat I thought was an injustice
\nturned out to be a color of the sky.<\/p>\n
\nand the police station,
\na little dogwood tree is losing its mind;<\/p>\n
\nlike a sudsy mug of beer;
\nlike a bride ripping off her clothes,<\/p>\n
\nIt’s been doing that all week:
\nmaking beauty,
\nand throwing it away,
\nand making more.
\n<\/p>\n