You again?

Glenn Gould
comes back [returns] to life

[space]

[and?] buys a grape soda
from a corner store[.]

[space?]

[Rain falls.]

[space?]

[He stands under] a green aluminum
awning, over the door [counting the taps.]

Then [he calls up]
the radio station
(CBC I think)
from a phone booth[.]

[space]

Bells [ring in the grey]
air as he sips soda bending [s] the pull-top back
and forth.

And so:

Glenn Gould returns to life,

and buys a grape soda
from a corner store.

Rain falls.

He stands under a green aluminum
awning, counting the taps.

Then he calls up
the radio station
(CBC I think)
from a phone booth.

Bells ring in the grey
air as he bends the pull-top back
and forth.

There are at least six poems in the works, but this particular one has been fun to share. The process is just as rewarding as the finished product, and this piece, although not altogether a successful one, occassionally revisits me to ask for revisions. Like a stray cat who returns to your front porch, this poem will not go away, even if I chase it with a broom.

I want to return to Friday Poetry Blogging, and perhaps an "open mike," where people can contribute poems and post them in the comments or wherever.