Yesterday's Song

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Yesterday’s Song

“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.

The important thing is to never stop questioning.”

----Albert Einstein.

Driving easy, thrusting

gently in loving summer strokes,

into the office

at 4:40 a.m,

gleefully greeting the northeastern skies

as they began

to lighten up

already, as those first tentative

reddish rays of

daylight were beginning

to sweetly stain the horizon,

smearing some brickdust

onto the ample

midriffs of the few clouds

that were still

hanging ripe as

puffy-fluff air-fruit on

low heavy branches.

The polished hood

on my cherry red pickup

captured some of

magical morning as

I weaved like a spirit weevil 

from lane to

lane, dodging the

giant 18-wheelers, those gargantuan 

proud arrogant behemoths,

still lit up

like holiday porches, flying high

and rolling tall

in the crisp

air, busily spanking the tarmac

with their thick

numerous notched radials,

beating out both a jazz

base and a

blues riff as

I streamed past like a

whisper, barely noticed.

But soon enough

from my solitary office window

I could breathlessly witness

American Lake creating

alchemy, glazing its surface, turning

it to liquid

gold, as Mt.

Rainier got busy pouring strawberry

bisque over its

wide receptive glaciers. 

I remember an eaglet’s cry,

a gull’s reply,

as a thick

phalanx of snow geese flew

by, winging past

my screened arrow 

--slit on the world, dropping 

below the gray 

steel on my

government sill as I witnessed

the sun clawing

a fiery rill

into the sky’s burgundy bosom,

burnishing the rust

blemishes on my window screen

into lopsided smiles.

Glenn Buttkus

March 2013

Posted over on dVerse Poets MTB

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