Monday, July 25, 2011

Paul David Adkins - One Poem

Abandoned Garment Factory,Deferiet, NY

Chain link fence and knot of gate
hem the husk of steel and brick.
Hung every thirty feet --

No trespassing.

Crows stitch the loading dock and louvers,
clasp twig batting in their beaks.

Plywood sheets drape doors.

The flagpole halyard
rings its slender bell,
a locomotive’s ghost.

The dockside rails
are paved.

A water tank has bled its rust from every bolt.

A pigeon threads a window
like a quick needle.

Paul David Adkins grew up in South Florida and lives in New York, a rare breed of reverse snowbird.

1 comment:

  1. Enjoyed the images here with the sewing concept going through; and the rhythm of the opening lines drew me in.