Libra

image by skip hunt

libra


Nailed down
beside the road

wind turbines
stand motionless

hot with rows
of utility poles

limp American flag
such a prisoner as I

pass the brewery
air heavy in hops

empty beer cans
last night's vodka

along the road
I see your face

imagine myself
on a plane lifting

above the dull
I walk in the door

pull on the fan
and exhale




Tess Kincaid
July, 2011


Posted over on her site Willow Manor
Listed as #3 over on Magpie Tales 76

Glenn Buttkus reads this poem out of love and respect: