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”
figurines
“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
Robin Reagler 