Friday
Sep282018

Assembly of Late Summer Signs

Ellen McGrath Smith


 

The big dipper dips so low to the north that my pelvis

                                   belongs to it now 
The garden spills over its edge
                       as though tethered but trying to run
The locust in the back 
bears its leaves like compresses 
Unforeseen rain floods the south
The cicadas externalize
                                    everyone's heat-crackled nerves
Enough, enough, enough we say
here’s more, here’s more, here’s more it says