sold my boots soon after
aaaaaaathe Pistyll
Rhaeadr waterfalls & then
aaaaaaathe 20-
aaaaaaayear pout
after our break & like loose-
aaaaaaastrife
aaaaaaaon the edges
of a rock garden i had just laid
aaaaaaathere—laid
aaaaaaathere!
deracinated—now a beginning
aaaaaaa-to-lose-balance
expression on the apple-face
aaaaaaaaselling
aaaaaaazreduced peppers—
when i get home halve them—
aaaaaaatwo sets
aaaaaaaof green ears
before me—remember his
aaaaaaaenlarged ones—
aaaaaaaremember
aaaaaaastanding &
aaaaaaawaving goodbye
to him on a hill where we’ll
aaaaaaanever return—
around the time of learned
aaaaaaaviolation—
the feeling of cars driving over
aaaaaaamy shadow—
edges smoothing out & then
aaaaaaadisappeared
like him & while overthinking
aaaaaaathings i missed

the lunar eclipse—treetops.

 

 

Kevin McLellan