Left Hook, No Winter

"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night." Dylan Thomas

Left Hook, No Winter
by Pandora Peoples

Though fish may turn upon their cheeks
To bob wide-eyed in stew so bleak,
Confused and tangled trees may peel
And fall to dirt which does reveal,
A bright blue sky, a stirring lake,
Ivy ambushed by the rake,
While asphalt ribbons glitter pink,
With ground quartz bling they shake and sink,
A fracking noise, a noxious gas,
Moot point warnings explode en masse,
A cruise ship in a foot of reef,
Chain letters on a slab of beef,
The slap of boxing gloves on mitts
Clears out the nonsense of the wits.