Today's poem is by Allan Peterson
Matter and Disappearance
I know my heart brings me missiles,
brings me flies.
Between here and anxiety rains ruin.
I see me like the lake
on State road 87, a rumba of trees
hosted by reflection, flickers basted by vapors.
Then my chimney disperses mums
every June day more furious.
Still I believe myself solid, though soft.
An intermediate state
with considerable heat loss,
varying weight coming and going
like a wind
fluttering the numbers on the scales.
Get me while I'm thin.
At the distant end of matter and disappearance
I think of Frank's Leg,
ghostly and afloat over the coastlines,
incinerated after surgery.
My clouds composed of those I know.
Copyright © 2007 Allan Peterson All rights reserved
from Northwest Review
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