J.W. Burleson photo / Boquillas del Carmen, Coah.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Kate Northrop Poem: Decorations



            

Decorations


                                    (tired and high-pitched)



Ghosts have been tied into the trees.
At dawn they pivot
In the wind slowly.

Where the moon windows in
I am of those
Who can’t stand it

Kept awake, humming with trucks
While anything lunar
Won’t rut, ruminates.  Overhead, uh-hunh—

Days, the neighbor’s girl plays a game: what is?
What is dusk, she says, as the sky
ends it begins.

I play myself. What is death?  What’s poetry?  What
Is time?  Time needs no hanky, time blows by
the Kleenex flowers.  Or time’s

so slow, starry-cold, even is cold
            and sure, little admonishments.

                        .


Were you awake all night?


I was.  I was awake all night.


                                                          -Kate Norhtrop
                                                           first published in Connotation Press: An Online Artifact.
            

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