Brim


Here on the edge of the continent,
Here on the brim of the ocean,
Facing a blue forever that never yields,
We are blessed with a steady breeze.

In a city of singular structures
Lies a Sunday that someone has saved
From the rain and the overcast grey.

I sit on a bench and gaze at the distant
Monkey house rising above the trees,
Cascading curves of wire mesh and beams
Forming a waterfall over our heads.

The black and white fur of a ruffed lemur
Glows with a light of its own, with a lustre
Like sunlight portrayed by Vermeer.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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