tall

tall the bent man
arrived on time up the ladder
with his mother's gun
trod unhurried upon the roof
measured the day with no urgency
a calm eye at dawn.


tall the special man
sat in the silent spot he'd known first
in his mind
bent the tranquil man
polished his mother's gun
measured the day
and was exactly on time.


tall the quick man
fey upon the edge balanced
measuring the sun
swallowing the wind
aiming wide his mother's gun,
young the agile man
danced obscenely the day
to the early traffic.


green the lively lady
smiled
measured the day
dropped her perfect prompt head
in praise of small the round
red hole.