Somewhere East of Kezar

by

Wil Hough

 

Interface coils through 270 degrees
of conduit, splices
to main bus, transports itself
from burden to freedom. Somehow

now aware, with windows open
to music of wind, stirring
the neatness of hair, muscles
dis-tensing to a smile
of eye sparkle fastened on horizons
of care, parking their lot
near Kezar amongst
the dancing flowers.

Papa Wil Hough, grandpa of eleven, gave up his resistance to poetry at the median age of 50 when bequeathed with his mother’s muse. Since then he has, also, served as NOVL Papa, AIN Writer’s Block Poetry Board Manager, and Poetry Editor/Critique Maven here at The Rose and Thorn. In addition, Wil has authored numerous short stories, iconoclastic essays, as well as stage and screenplays dealing with the male/female dichotomy. He dreams of Golden Gate Park while earning his bread by day as an Impressionist/Expressionist wall artist.