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Megan
Kaminski On afternoons rake fingers through soil watching people across the boulevard sun
themselves seeding Dixie cups tumbling the
lawn I taper days and pinch the
remainder until it shapes the things around
me nodding aster chirps over-ripe
fruit clouds sling shapes across crisped
grass press anything hard enough it will
sing suckling trees and cornflower
boundaries blur carry shadow carry leaf whisper ----- blue blankets blue unceasing cradles point of rocks sand sagebrush
call the district office for locations of local herds
spadefoot toads
earless lizards prairie opens wide
tumbling green
blowing seed scatter
across grasslands silky prairie clover sweet sand verbena hairy guara
field goosefoot ----- loam of dreams metal coils
tourniquet limbs
tongues poke teeth
soft flesh
break like porcelain
dust carry in soft hands astonish
soaked
locales squawk metallic friction
rub against each sparked body copper shavings limestone expanse plains indigo
press fingers against wrists
puncture skin
silk knots tight on skin
in sleep each night expands farther from flood
from blowing sand black-eyed flowers glory hills pop seas of grass
green echoing greens
rubbed moist on white skirts
sunk deep at daybreak
Megan Kaminski's poems have appeared in Denver
Quarterly, FOURSQUARE, Phoebe, and Can
We Have Our Ball Back?. |
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