Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Robert Verdon, #276, yokels


a barre of
long afternoon shadows
where the desert begins
sheep’s skulls reflections and
sunlight sheers off what
seem puddles of coffee
we were told he killed his victims
with a purple sweet potato and then
ate the murder weapon
now we wait for the light plane
out of here
where the sky is as tall as the tales
and the folks stand tall as an aurora

3 comments:

  1. Great poem...intriguing I wonder how does one kill someone with a sweet potato. Enjoyed this, thank you.x

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  2. There are some big sweet potatoes! Love this

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  3. Thanks Janette, Lizz — it was 'inspired' by a big purple sweet potato that I made into soup yesterday!

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