Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Minors

Evening posing in the glamour getup of field lights, into dry valley
ash echoes over mown grass, over painted
diamond, hypnagogic. By this green distinction done
& undone all
inhale, all murmur & applause plowed deep
down & numerous
in the air. At the plate below
the heavens' sickle,
heart weaves to unravel its red
bolts in patience. The boys are setting out
and coming home:
Ulysses & Ulysses & Ulysses

-Sarah Gridley