Saturday, March 22, 2008

Ode To Springtime Plattsburgh



Plattsburgh, so Ethereal! She marches in March, yet lethargically. Eternally exalted in images of…



…ice glazed sidewalks lying in wait to break limbs of the unwary…



…empty potted meat can, bacteria frozen for now, mired in storm drain muck…



…a resplendent still life – plastic bottle, pink sponge, rotten apples, and soiled diapers…



…and Her most magnificent crown, canine brown spot atop a snowbank.

What rough beast slouches towards bedpan?


2 comments:

JT said...

Ah, the return of the dirtied diaper to the streets of Plattsburgh. A sure sign spring has arrived!

- JT

Luke T. Bush said...

JT:

Fortunately it's still winter around here, weatherwise. But when that summer heat arrives, look out for the olfactory factor.

Luke