Sunday, 24 January 2010

Gimme Fallout Shelter by Howie Good

The night was tricked out
in sequins, and why not

the moon in a fur-trimmed hood.
Ready? she said. She had

a voice like a lighted doorbell.
We both could remember a time

when grown-ups lived in fear
of the annual Soviet wheat harvest.

I uncovered my eyes.

Howie Good, New York, USA


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Enchanted Oak said...

Some wonderful images here. Loved that fur-trimmed hooded moon and the voice like a lighted doorbell.