changing times
there is only so much fog
you can write
before the sun demands a turn, breaking through
the ice crystals like some drama king.
but times have changed.
that’s no chariot
of the sun, just a Prius rolling along the sky.
and the GPS,
while right, is still off course.
over there, you can just see summer, still
off to the south.
they call Apollo a fine lyre player, and say he is known
as a good man
on the harmonica, drums and electric guitar.
but technology
is different. so hi yo, Toyota. blast out
that satellite radio
give a sunny day another whirl. and
there’s the light.
Kathy Bowman
you can write
before the sun demands a turn, breaking through
the ice crystals like some drama king.
but times have changed.
that’s no chariot
of the sun, just a Prius rolling along the sky.
and the GPS,
while right, is still off course.
over there, you can just see summer, still
off to the south.
they call Apollo a fine lyre player, and say he is known
as a good man
on the harmonica, drums and electric guitar.
but technology
is different. so hi yo, Toyota. blast out
that satellite radio
give a sunny day another whirl. and
there’s the light.
Kathy Bowman
