Dean Young Poems
|2.||Thrown as if Fierce & Wild||3/2/2016|
|3.||Belief In Magic||2/16/2015|
|5.||My Work Among The Insects||1/20/2003|
|8.||From &Quot;This Living Hand&Quot;||1/20/2003|
Comments about Dean Young
It might have been midnight when last we talked
and now I've got this poem that keeps flying
apart which accounts under these xenophobic stars
for all force: gravity, magnetism wind, the ling-
ering of a kiss, a judo throw although
there's yet to be a single formula for it.
Save us from single formulas. One room
smells like ash, another smells like fruitcake.
One cardinal sits on a branch, another under.
You've got to be a bird to understand any of this,
feathery and hollow-boned. You've got to be
a claims adjuster staring at a storm. ...