In Poetry on March 30, 2013 at 5:02 pm
The company gathers to stand and scope
like lonely cattle toward a water hollow.
One man dresses like Frank Sinatra,
another picks burs from his singed red skin,
throughout the pack I see many tall scattered girls,
boys in flamboyant caps, armed with heavy watches
and an old woman who looks like she might be from Memphis.
A group of guitarists sit and sing near some trees Read more
In Poetry on March 29, 2013 at 6:04 pm
Blotchy sheets, brief modesty against Orion prying,
Fingers about ankles in a wake of leaves,
The trees, grounded trunks guard
While leaves obstruct the moon’s virtue,
Greedy to watch worms eat.
Wet, the earth from rain,
Is compliant to his shovel.
“It’s taken care of,”
he whispers above sheets
to her below, hidden from moonlight
Like the wind ravishes the wind chime,
Her breeze employs his hands.