A Chevy engine hangs by a chain From a limb of the spreading ponderosa. The toolshed smells of stale blood And is padlocked. Trying not to be afraid explains everything. A riding boot slit down both seams Lolls behind the open door. The rising sun peeks under cloud cover @3As if for purposes of identification@1 And then disappears for the day. Hush now, I promise not to tell any stories With everyone afraid and trying not to be. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG CORIDON'S SONG (IN ISAAK WALTON'S 'COMPLEAT ANGLER') by JOHN CHALKHILL TO SIR HENRY WOTTON (1) by JOHN DONNE SONG-TIME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 94. AL-HADI by EDWIN ARNOLD |