Sunday, November 11, 2012

Rae Desmond Jones

from the underside

earth tips slowly north,
            rising from her winter prayers.

she sneezes & a million roof tiles
            lift like dominoes as she breathes.

on a gust of antarctic wind
            yesterday’s news disintegrates in air.

across America long fields of corn
            are dying on the hot dry ground.

spinning along the cold edge of space
          a glass eye watches through a telescope


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