Poem

I’m viewing the grey lifeless skyline
hoping to soon see a dripping sunset.
I’m thinking the decaying leaves
are also disinterested in more soggy
New England October weather and
would rather trade it for the crispness
that often rides along, clinging to the winds,
while the moon is high, full and alive,
pushing away low lying cloud cover
to expose the naked sky and silent stars.

-M. Taggart

Poem- Content

My shirt is ripped near my elbow
I’m uncomfortable but happy
I have a beer open
The dryer has another button in it
I don’t care about its clanging
And outside my window stirs
A brilliant sunset

-M. Taggart