← v11n2, Fall 2012
Poetry · Volume 11, Number 2

Another Horizontal Lyric

The yellow ball stays where the boy has thrown it,

     stalled in the air inches from the nose

Of a leaping border collie who hangs a foot

     above the ground. The boy’s arm is stuck

At a characteristic angle, cantilevered. In a lawn chair

     his mother holds the brush that will never reach her toenail,

One drop of pink levitating just above her skin.

     So many cars immobilized. A lawn mower founders,

Fountaining green. And in a dark bedroom, a woman

     hesitates forever above the transfixed body

Of a lover, seized up for the incoming stroke.

     Time is a mercy of completion, our nerves

Going up in meaningless smoke, our animal hearts released.