Brand-Making

Gray day
To say again
Black branches
I could bottle these
Or at least
(for
sense)
Put them on labels
For our brews

The water hisses on
The street outside
While
Car tires are pressed over them
That if
We had a metal bridge in town
Would change the one-note susurration
Into singing

A wet
And dismal-
Looking day that maybe
We find
Interesting

Difficult eyes
Behold it
Well
While nature-muffled expectations
Provide some freedom
Of the mind
For thinking newly
About things
Certain things
Anything

And so I want
To own
The gray day
If you please

My own kind
To bottle
To open
To let breathe

C L Couch


Photo by Davide Cultrera on Unsplash
[I’m thinking it’s David]