In This Season

Night and there is
rain in the background
hitting all the surfaces

available out of view
an invisible gamelan orchestra
of no one there

playing a song
we cannot follow to
a non-end

Machinery sporadically strums
a counter rhythm waiting
its turn, biding time
with no purpose to propose

The emptying out of all desires,
& all of day’s tasks put aside,
all love’s drama, ephemeral pauses

on the road to where we go alone
means the child and his toys
have turned to stone

When the fog abates,
euphoria is best outgrown

Published by William Cowan

I'm from the East Coast, have lived in SoCal and now Northern California for some years. I've been writing quite awhile, published in 1992 in a literary quarterly: "Suspicious Humanist," vol. 2, #2, (20 pages.) Best job: fm on air personality on a now defunct station, "Evening Eclectic" music show, and a weekly poetry reading show. I played jazz and free/improv I enjoyed. Read Wallace Stevens, John Ashbery, Kenneth Koch, etc. and commented on the poems. I have read once at a local coffee house. Love the Bay Area, wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I am going to appear in an east coast anthology of best new poets of 2010 by the end of the year, published in Pennsylvania. I'm reading once a month at a brewpub in Marin with a group of fellow poets. We read to each other our work, and personal favorite poems of authors we enjoy. It is a pleasure to share with a community of fellow enthusiasts.

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