Hans Ostrom Poems

My eyes turned feral, made
visitors feel hunted. When I
talked, interlocutors thought
of machine-gun turrets, wolf-children,
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“The days don’t
seem to go fast,
but the months do.
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My love for you
is but for you, just
like the only apple
pie of its kind, the one
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They call each other `E.' Elvis picks
wildflowers near the river and brings
them to Emily. She explains half-rhymes to him.
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A rumor made the round,
gliding slowly like a fat skurzing
fly. Before peaking, my attention
got briefly piqued. I lost interest
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A stone rings with heat in the desert. A
lizard answers the stone, speaking in tongue.
On the other end of the line is the Sun.
After ringing off, the lizard does push-ups,
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(near Hoodsport, Washington)

Otters, people, and seabirds covet
the plump valved purse
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(for Walter Scott, South Carolina, and uncounted others)


If you've ever asked yourself
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("Aspiration, " painted by Aaron Douglas,1936, oil on canvas,60" x 60", Fine Arts Museum of
San Francisco)
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The Etruscans employed fulguriators-
interpreters of lightning strikes.
Jagged, sizzling bolts wrought phrases,
injected warnings, illumined portents,
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