Sunday, August 30, 2015

Always Trying to Make Country Singer Parallels



Always Trying to Make Country Singer Parallels

Brief reunions... old lovers at sunset:
1980's radio static, medicinal-purpose whiskey,
echo-drip of a missile silo pipe thirty miles east.

If showers from the Pacific weaken...
in case... in case Chelan fully burns.
you work toward a palette of smoke colors:
raccoon-blood smoke... lemon-sky haze.

Night-grazing horses, baled alfalfa
a mile west in pie crust light...
nothing explains pebbles in running shoes
or how far you keep at a stutter-jog before....

Or the lovers are honorary mayors
in rubble-thick villages, age-withered...
with gold cardboard keys to nothing.






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