Clouds Rise like Fish by Tom Hennen During July on the prairie The pine tree stands alone on the main street Of a disintegrating country town. Its needles pump all day, Still it cannot turn all the passing carbon monoxide Into anything useful. On its trunk ants are stuck in the resin. From its top…
Tag: Darkness Sticks to Everything
Sunday Poem (the air smelling like salamanders)
Wet Autumn by Tom Hennen Early morning, everything damp all through. Cars go by. A ripping sound of tires through water. For two days the air Has smelled like salamanders. The little lake on the edge of town hidden in fog, Its cattails and island gone. All through the gloom of the dark week Bright…
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