9/29/2020

Vaccination Blues


Arms ache at the injection sites 

and heavy keys refuse to unlock 


the book.  Domesticity is a phantasm

here on the frontier.  There is more 


to do than wait for morning.

There is more.  


[LSS, 9/29/20]


Star Gazing in Deer Season


The first commuter bus of the day 

wends the valley below, loaded 


with regulars and off-island strays 

and a drowsy driver imagining 


an erotic ending to the dream 

his alarm wouldn’t allow him 


to complete. I can hear him 

not seeing the buck in the road, 


and I can see Orion 

dropping his useless bow.


[LSS, 9/29/20]


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