Stanley Plumly Poems
|1.||Ground Birds in Open Country||5/22/2015|
|6.||Horse In The Cage||1/20/2003|
|8.||Woman On Twenty-Second Eating Berries||1/20/2003|
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The two-toned Olds swinging sideways out of
the drive, the bone-white gravel kicked up in
a shot, my mother in the deathseat half
out the door, the door half shut--she's being
pushed or wants to jump, I don't remember.
The Olds is two kinds of green, hand-painted,
and blows black smoke like a coal-oil fire. I'm
stunned and feel a wind, like a machine, pass
through me, through my heart and mouth; I'm standing
in a field not fifty feet away, the
wheel of the wind closing the distance.
Then suddenly the car stops and my mother
falls with nothing, nothing to...