Escape from KC Poetry!
Thursday, September 17th, 2009Brand new poem from my friend Maria Vasquez Boyd in Kansas City’s Present Magazine:
And still they come.
Where land and sky converge
an original thinker
with eyes the color of olives
search cloud ravaged heavens
for dark stars
only to find a nocturnal ghost
who rolls and tumbles in a small bed.
Wary of 2 fisted heart agreements
yet admires what negative space surrounds
that other blankness
of the unknown takes form
like a watch with broken arms
that point to a significant event
occuring at a precise moment.