Bleat by Barbara Guest

drawn on the burden of light
the pottery throw
in bleat turning

ballast makes fingers twitch
shutters close
“going to pour”

wet to root and pavement
tent sagging like an oyster

“the city has another soul”

gnat passes someone swallows
“another soul”


“the city also”
stole the bench and echoes

blight and shuttered bleat
soul chews a wilted corner

by Barbara Guest

from The Collected Poems of Barbara Guest (Wesleyan Poetry)

photo by artbychrysti via flickr

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