[Originally published in the now-defunct “zine” Message in a Bottle.]
Dirty grey-white scuttles of gush,
Early small piles of pollen,
Reptilians in dry cleaner suits
Yesterday fire burst free from the breasts of two robins,
A rush of red sparkled across the feathers of a lone cardinal
And a beetle took its first tentative steps across concrete.
Today a rainbow of sun reached
Above the coyote howls
And melted into a mix of mask and mist.
These are the last days of the season,
The drinking water no longer clear,
Blood waters gathering near the outhouse,
near the rotten leftovers.
| Copyright © 2020 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
What a desolate, dystopian vision! One hopes America can now (after Trump’s defeat) get back on track toward striving with other hopeful countries to reverse civilization’s decline and fall. Too much to hope for, too late?
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