I’m going there soon a place I’ve never been I imagine it smells of pine forests and is shady with the Boise river running nearby rather shallow its speed impossible for a newcomer to gauge
there’s a woman there who’s never been anywhere she works a menial job is the mainstay of her family a toothpick of sweaty beauty and keen insight except where she herself is concerned I don’t think we’ll meet
but I will see her and she will be arrested by my attention stopping in the grocery aisle list forgotten hand raised like she’s about to receive something good or at least something puzzling she will smile and I will turn away
outside there will be eagles who wish for something more from their elevated lives than striving to fill their bellies they will see the setting sun glint off my bald head know the disappointment of unrealized desire
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
where does the rain fall when it doesn’t fall here it seems logical this relentless sun should have its opposite somewhere in the southern hemisphere drenching children standing at the edge of marshes that once were playgrounds, fingerling streams falling
the pillows sleep on me like cats every night this room contains a brand new constellation pinpricks of technology winking as if blocked by orbiting children regular visitors and on the wall a creamy veil where the curtains don’t reach