City Stroll Early
When’s the last time you drifted along
lost in the haze of a celadon glow,
ambling into the slow drumming dawn?
A melody hides in the lure of beyond,
promise arising. Adiago.
When’s the last time you drifted along,
footsteps beat to the echoing song,
leather to pavement, ankle to toe,
ambling into the slow drumming dawn?
Now the growl of a garbage truck yawn,
clattering cymbals, rubbish to stow.
When’s the last time you drifted along,
as delicate remnants of yesterday’s throng
slithered past thresholds, ready to go
ambling into the slow drumming dawn?
Dissonant voices, a work day begun
America sings but you pause, even so.
When’s the last time you drifted along,
ambling into the slow drumming dawn?
Well, lovies, that's my first stab at a villanelle. Yeah, I know, it ain't Dylan Thomas, and it ain't Whitman either. But I do enjoy wrestling with this interesting form
