Thursday, March 24, 2011

Poetry Thursday

 Alabama Kitty
New York Lindsey

Newport Way

My mother would drive this way
so she could show me
the llamas tucked
under the trees and behind the fence. 
It was what I liked about his road.
They stood on their slanted triangle of a paddock,
eating their grass,
never taking issue with our passing.
This is how I knew what llamas were. 
My mother saw to it
that I was aware: wash houses
behind former homes
of miners; a stellar jay in the plum tree.
It was the small details of the unspoken,
around me that gives life luster. 
I don't know when the llamas
were evicted moved or died. 
I don't think the condos
there think of serenity
this road, or the llamas. 

Dan Morris

(Poetry inspired photography based on Dan's chapbook, Following The Day).

1 comment:

lindsey said...

your photo makes me terribly homesick for the south! it's absolutely perfect. i think there is actually a llama farm around my area but mother nature had other plans for me this week. sending you much thursday love!