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.