The round and flat disc
Became a glowing orb again
In earnest today.
The static landscape
Awoke into a fierce self-
Conducting opus.
A hunched man clutching
Bamboo unruffled his cloak
To show the graceful,
Smiling waterfall
Of Loshan his two grandkids
Love-leeching frail hips.
A wood-paneled floor
Opened its stoic lacquer
To permeation
To welcome my tear-
Soaked cheek and then to comfort.
That, your intention?
by Griff Foxley
Griff holds a bachelor of arts in English literature from Vassar College where he studied with Eamon Grennan, and an MBA in Sustainable Management from Presidio Graduate School in San Francisco. He is a member of the Los Angeles Poets and Writers Collective, and is currently attending the Jack Grapes’ Method Writing Workshop. A New York City native, he has been a Los Angeles resident for the past ten years, and works as a food business entrepreneur, social justice activist, and writer. He enjoys listening to music, bike riding through the city, and spending time with his wife and two toddlers.
