It was summer at the edge of town. Two men shot at me. Bullets flew through the park. A woman fell. People gathered around her and ripped her clothes off, tearing at her dying. Stretched out on the ground her sobbing shook her pink pants as the grass turned from bright green to red. 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...IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND SONNET TO MRS. REYNOLD'S CAT by JOHN KEATS THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 2 by ALFRED AUSTIN THE FLOWERY ALCHEMIST by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO MARIE by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) PSALM 68 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |