on the Indian mound a collection of tire grooves Published by Anthony Slauson I'm from Jewells Run, Kentucky. I've been writing poetry for about fifteen years. View all posts by Anthony Slauson
No Indian mound…
only the holy river carrying
ashes day by day
early spring dryed
the just bud bloomed
the rain is weeping
early spring dryed
the just bud bloomed
the rain is weeping
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owls cry through limb-lace
calling souls to fly above
lost indian mounds
beach motel
termite mound
near pathway
cold marble markers…
all in line
some chipped,
over the course of time
In a blind fury
Enormous waves vindictive
Create disaster
pellucid contrails
south bound cries of snow geese
cross a cool blue sky