Today's poem is by Bryan Narendorf

If We Must Be Symbolic, Let Us Also Be Frank

What floats in the air is foundling and sleight
as sun seems red at set or rise
pressed through a greater volume of dust

than at yellow noon. This is what lies
between us, rock-jut hump
of bison curled unnaturally cat-like

in paint on a wall at Altamira, song
long-polished by our looking. It tricks
us it too sees. Arrange curls strange

into lip and precipice, edge
grasped that says here was a place
we made known. Beyond hedge

what lies? Enleafed, eyes hide
caustic, beetled. What would we find?
                          Where would we look?

Copyright © 2015 Bryan Narendorf All rights reserved
from Crazyhorse
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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