Suburban Sonnet
by gm
Adèle Barclay
sneaker whites mint astroturf leaves
in fields beyond fields somewhere between
ravine-carved crab apple orchards
and soccer nets that catch halos of heat
drunk as a busted patio umbrella blackberry
barbs the crank of old bike chains up anthills
hive-mind engines hum in the shallow of night
wine cooler wells limestone moon
hungry hollow bends its newly paved
elbow where a fluorescent buck once fought a man
on fire by the glow of seven headlights before
silver creek swallowed the highway’s shoulder
all the stars in clusterfucks chime above streets
named for foxes put to sleep in open basements
That is very creative, it is the mind at work, running faster than we can write