Sunday, March 4, 2018

From Volume 38: "Watching the Film About Robert Bly" by James K. Zimmerman

Watching the Film About Robert Bly
By James K. Zimmerman

hair white as the snows
he remembers, sky
he writes about

nail-bitten hands pushing
rocks uphill, furrowed
still flutter like sparrows
when the wheat is ripe

gray eyes full as a morning
fog in Minnesota winter

voice at times the honk
of a goose in migration
laugh of a midnight loon
prideful lion’s roar
bellow of a moose in rut

on his serape
his father’s dust lingers
Basho whispers in his ear

the popcorn is very good
with butter and salt

and after, there is a long line
at the urinal, drumming

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