Post Road Magazine #26

Sixteen

Fred Marchant
the soul / struggling to become your soul
   â€“George Seferis, "Mycenae"

     1
at the far end of a sacred road—a grove of ruins for the rich

     2
night suddenly still—weather heavy with promise of mosquitoes

     3
some poems I never much understand—I think this reason enough

     4
from now on become what I behold—the orange, stem and leaf

     5
steps out fresh from my shower—a woman I've never seen before

     6
rubber mat and two kids before him—father churning the green bay

     7
high and barely visible two fighter jets—the ours and the not ours

     8
white bougainvillea—what maiden fled a god and became you

     9
surprise for my mother and father and me too—our flesh failing

     10
my love has fallen back to swaddling sleep—I will go there too

     11
pity the poor blue cicada flat on its back—with song and without

     12
cliff swallows wheel and dart—tending to matters of their state

     13
I love the broken unfinished sentence—I love my own angry

     14
peek inside the quarried stone—see the mason with silver chisels

     15
I had to go a long way to find the cypress tree—I was born under

     16
toting up money—dividing it by years I have left—about this many


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