Glenn Bagshaw Poems
|161.||On Turning Twenty-One||10/30/2005|
|162.||Lullaby Of A Tired Mother||8/19/2005|
|163.||A Mob Of Yesterdays||10/19/2005|
|164.||She Remembers Him||10/22/2005|
|165.||The No-Light In The Head||10/6/2005|
|166.||Allan Tate At Christmas||10/16/2005|
|167.||Dancing With Words||8/17/2005|
|170.||Famous Lines From Love Poems Made Into Couplets...||8/8/2007|
|171.||Afternoon In Summer||10/28/2005|
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Afternoon In Summer
Cloud-popping, blue-raved summer sky
with light stuck out like a tongue:
you're the gorgon's gaze
to a warm, dry earth
charmed almost stone.
For voice the sweeping laugh
of wind's your way.
Even the morning-marvelling birds
are almost crazed in the bright wideness
of your tuned world.
They cry the sun-thrilled call of:
Sky! Sky! Sky!
Wings fling in tree-tipped reach of vaulted runs
sun-dialed in time-
Inches the touch of thrifty night-
and, with thumb smudged in shadows,
snuffs out the light.
The rain stays wet
The sky is dry
Sky's simply dry
snug in rain's spaces.
I ask this: why
rain's where the face is?