Sublunary Observations

by ..

Jennifer May Newhook

 

What about
that hazy collection
of green sparks

by the brick
chimney
that night

Or the grey
glimmer of sand
at my fingertips

just now

What about
the disappearing saw?

What about
the reappearing knife.

Did you see
a white hand
coming down  . . .

or the white man
crawling up?

Where are my glasses?!
I can’t see!!

Dat man
all white
like a snowman

he climbing up  . . .