Where the headstones
wait for our names
under marigold clouds
as leaky as pockets
turned inside out
what is what isn’t
requires more
discernment than
compasses possess
but just because
we can’t see them
pulsing
like the ragged red campfires
of cowboy angels
doesn’t mean love
the stars aren’t there
Howard Good, New York, USA
Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New
ReplyDeletePaltz, is the author of two poetry chapbooks, Death of the Frog Prince (2004)
and Heartland (2007), both from FootHills Publishing. He was recently
nominated for a Pushcart Prize and is the featured poet in the Autumn 2007
issue of The Grand Rapids Literary Review.
I just came across your blog. I enjoy your poems, thanks for sharing them with all of us.
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Hi teeth whitener - they're not my poems, I just choose and publish but thanks!
ReplyDeleteI am in love with this one today...
ReplyDeleteMakes me think for sure..thanks.
ReplyDeleteI'm with M Pritchard. Beautiful!
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