August Daybreak
Light comes slowly
on a foggy morning.
Trees and bushes
look villainous
cloaked in darkness.
Under a heavy weight
the limbs sag
with somber colors black
and gray.
Streetlight angels
with halos dim
fail to save us.
Even birds are quiet.
The chimes says
you should be here.
Where is the light?
Jim Boggs is a master of the monologue even when he thinks it is a dialogue. Years behind the microphone as a DJ created a lot of one way communication, and his poetry seeks to avoid that fault. Talking about yourself is boring, and in Harlan County Kentucky where he was raised, it would be considered bragging. Life rule: never talk about money or yourself, but it’s okay to talk about your grandchildren.
Copyright © 2014 by Jim Boggs