Double-wide strips with space between held back the straining herd. By the strength of bunched lines they shoved. Snorting, stomping, chewing wads of pink cud with lips ajar. Swaying with complaints. Haggling to be first, or next. Anywhere, at least, in front of last. Swollen packs strayed by the trail. A few lame books. Then … Continue reading
Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40