Sunday, August 26, 2012

Three Resting Poems

I. Hope Terrace
The monarch spreads and closes
like the cover of a book
as it ravishes the lilac
like a reader with its limbs
then it flies away like pages
on the other side of sight

II. Deepspring Wood
You cannot hear the water
jiggling on stones
above haze of cicadas
waving heaven's rattles
the bubbles through the hatch
break to ripple supernovas
but the leaves lay still as death
on the waters
and the only way you'd know
the stream was moving
was the way the trees and sky
bounce off against the surface
with a wobble

III. Eden Road
The people here have roots
as dug in as the stones
but the black sunflower
comes from far away
to claim its dibs
on their eternity