I
am walking as the buttons
begin
to rain, bouncing
on
pavement, deafening
rat-a-tat-tat,
a hailstorm
of
buttons large and small
plain
and ornate, colored
and
white, lost buttons,
extra
buttons, plastic and
wooden
buttons, cork and
gemstone
buttons, stone
buttons
ripping through
my
umbrella, a trickle and
torrent
of buttons streaming
down
my face,
light
button-drops and
hard
heavy buttons
as
large as a baseball
tearing
at my skin, I
bleed buttons as I wonder
how
it all came
unbuttoned.
“Buttons”
is the prompt today over at dVerse Poets.
Check the
site to see what host Brian Miller has buttoned up – and what the rest of
us are trying to unbutton.
Photograph: Raining Buttons, from an
exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art in Mexico City, via Ephemeral Visions.
