Allan Peterson

Indications

We saw dog hair caught in splinters, twisters in the sink,
the sheet-covered moon indicating sadness,
dust balls moving like storms under the furniture.
armored animals drilling into the earth
We heard the underworld shuffling below the floor
We saw speech as a river system, some letters
silent, shells and shoulder blades doubling as shovels,
inflections as moods, sentences, enzymes,  drought
and we knew there was a decline in handwriting,
the need for statuary, that history inhibited pianos
We dressed up to visit the chilling dead  Our sorrows
no longer dropped at the same speed

 

Comments
  1. Tess on

    Thats probably the best poem I’ve read in a whole long time.

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