Allan Peterson

Grace

Keeping Up


 
 

Grace

 
Mountains underlining centrifugal nights
 
sundowns streaked cerise
 
as the sashes of cardinals    a script
 
First the arm pivots from the elbow
 
producing a natural slant
 
an arc like that of a windshield wiper
 
I was just learning
 
Now I pivot from the wrist
 
and hold the pen like Japanese brushwork
 
Nature is so inconceivably more
 
than the relentlessly simple minded concepts
 
of deities    Grace
 
is simply the brush lifting to make a leaf

 
 
 
 


 

Keeping Up

 
Today was gone fast as we had it
 
The past being constructed behind us
 
Some progress when a face in a circle became a moon
 
A few happy categories then the sour puss analysis
 
It’s a wonder we haven’t burst into flames
 
from hurry though by evening even tired light can’t quite
 
make it to the far wall    Maybe we need another moon
 
I am so far behind these letters and so deep
 
in a small yard miles away    There is a great pile
 
of dead limbs between us and I am hauling the bodies
 
 
 
 


ALLAN PETERSON‘s recent books are: Other Than They Seem, winner of the Snowbound Chapbook Prize from Tupelo Press; Precarious, 42 Miles Press, a finalist for The Lascaux Prize; Fragile Acts, McSweeney’s Poetry Series, a finalist for both the National Book Critics Circle and Oregon Book Awards. A visual artist as well as a poet, he lives in Ashland, Oregon and Gulf Beeze, Florida​.​​​​​


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