Thursday, October 27, 2016

This Is How You Compose A Love Poem by Michael H. Bownstein

THIS IS HOW YOU COMPOSE A LOVE POEM

The sparrow hawk in the tree is not who I am,
lemon seed, flicker brush, the decay of skunk grass.
 
I follow to where the path goes through the belly of bark
into the skinny trail of hammer thronged ants,
 
wheel bird beetles and a flourish of sapsucker bees.
Here the way is blocked, here the way continues,
 
This is how you compose a love poem from the sighting 
of a bird on a tree near the cone heads and boulders,
 
the end of a plain and a playing field, a thin waterway, 
the land of flesh eating darters and mud bottom bass.

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