Today's poem is by Larissa Szporluk
Loosely Related Sheep
Jump, uncle, jump.
Your life has lost its loveliness.
The meadows look like mold-green fleece.
Of those flower marvels,
uncle, those alpine nibbles,
none remains. Jump.
bask in you, get your innards
on their beards. Maybe it's
intentional? In the mold-green clouds,
your blood startles, like a tulip
in a black peat bed.
But it's you, it's still you,
cirquing the heavens, nine times
over, eyeing the systems beneath
icelets, uncle, icelets,
but really, it's all water now,
passed through your distant niece.
Copyright © 2005 Larissa Szporluk All rights reserved
from Bat City Review
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