Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
193rd E. Ave. & Admiral
5:45 p.m., Monday, Jan. 20, 2014
Route 66 feeds into Tulsa here, County Line
Road to some, where rural exhausts the city,
A passive crossroad, nodding its head
In the early evening, one block south
Of the radiator rising into the sky, round off/on
Button circled in red next to the yellow M,
American monograms so familiar we have thrown
Them into trunks we no longer open. Continue reading “Intersection”
On yet another February day late
in that month of unforgiving earth,
the irregular beating of junco wings,
I rest on a fallen rock, the slab electric
with the brutality of bone cold,
and the sun fights with clouds,
fights to spotlight me, and loses,
as I have been losing all of my life,
as I have been battling, element
against element with the best intentions. Continue reading “Merlin on the Road”
