Saturday, July 9, 2011

“poem” broadside #301, Stolen Wind, by Hugh Thomas



why
by the window
rain in my arms
*
the wide boulevards
trailing blue smoke
*
his sad smile
prepared
*
waiting to speak
to death

this happened

we were alive
*
notebook
the tricky steps
and green panoramas
*
after lovemaking
combing
orange streaks of light
*
i was never anything more
than the perpetual threat of rain
*
food and pleasure
the lake and the sky
little songs
that elude me
*
coffee
meanwhile
meanwhile
*
waiting for
the nightingales
we say goodbye
*
I am a tired, bleary-eyed man
in love with a beach
*
the scaffolding comes apart
the heat, the light, the green rice fields
a few clouds
slowly making for that further shore


Stolen Wind
above/ground press broadside #301

Hugh Thomas teaches mathematics at the University of New Brunswick in Fredericton. Heart badly buried by five shovels, a chapbook of his poetry, was recently published by Paper Kite Press. “Stolen wind” is composed of words and phrases from the chapbook Green Wind (above/ground press, 2010) by Ken Norris.

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