Saturday, May 01, 2010

A few words and poems: Mairead Byrne

SUMMER HOURS

At sundown men in loose powder-blue overalls come in a white city truck and unfurl tarps stashed between the bars of the wrought-iron fence and nudge them up and out over the park occluding the darkening saturated sky, making a sky beneath the sky, a darker place through which they feel their way back, by smell, by touch, to the edge, where they hang briefly, more audible than visible, before zipping the park up for the night, piling into the truck and driving away.

–Mairead Byrne

Read the rest over at Harriet: A few words and poems: Mairead Byrne

No comments: