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Evan Stephens
Poems
May 31
"The Stars Don't Speak,"
slurs the woman in her cups
when I tell her I write poems
late in the lonely evening.
She waves at the air conditioner
that mulches silence to hum lull,
"it's all just chemicals, physics,
actions and reactions, man."
Hard to argue with logic birthed
betwixt brain and frothing marrow
of glassy pint, so I tell her sure, ok,
& move the subject back to her son
who snaps time-lapse photos of ice
abandoning the toes of hills.
Still, her self-certainty rankles:
when I leave I pause and gaze up
at the sprinkled smears wetted
flat across the matte night melt,
any of which might be pouring
purring stanzas from radio teeth,
long-wave nigh-black rhymes
if we had ear enough to listen.
I heave homeward on clock feet,
blackbirds gashing the fog hedge,
as raw verse gnaws my thought.
Written by
Evan Stephens
45/M/DC
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