The sun got drunk on
Bourbon Street. The moon, also
loaded, couldn’t help
the sun get up—dark morning,
yet we ate beignets and laughed.
Look, you clear cutters
turning this forest to stumps,
do you fear falling
asleep? What blades come after
you when you slide to a dream?
This morning a snake
suns by a red petunia.
I have much to learn
from him—like how to relax
instead of pleasing long lists.
Before I retired,
I was a withering fern.
Fresh rain shakes spider
webs. My scraggly roots grip down,
pull the thirsty ground closer.
My husband Stan is
a funny man. When Odin appears,
he’s polite--but he
bops his wise heavenly head
when he grabs the Sudoku.
Kenneth Pobo is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections. Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press), Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers), and Uneven Steven (Assure Press). Opening is forthcoming from Rectos Y Versos Editions. Lavender Fire, Lavender Rose is forthcoming from Brick/House Books.
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