The droppings of last year's horses / Blaze up into golden stones.
Just when you think every one of the thousands of personal blogs being created every day are just crap and just plain vain, one causes you to do a spit-take of coffee on your computer screen. Such is my coworker’s new blog “I ::Heart:: My Dead Gay Blog,” which today features this:
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
