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Howie Good |
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Police and Questions |
Two Laments and a Song (in 30 Words Each) |
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I. Beware the Dog When I go to pet the dog, it flinches. I, too, have suffered the darkness of hands and repent the memory, a porch light carelessly left on during the day. II. My Autumn The season of rain and death, and I’m like that tree there, shaking, arms raised abjectly in surrender, its children kidnapped by the wind. III. Song Whereupon I enter her night, and, most suddenly, bells wake, blaze like neon, and though heretofore an addled angel, halo half-askew, she thereafter shimmering under me fierce wings outspread.
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