Consider the Crusades
Given the speed of the seven in a row, I’d say
ahead of the others, intensifying their glee, buckling then,
From my lookout this vertigo—it’s special,
The ladder’s rickety, and that’s when particular life specks
way back, where the rusty gate placates me, calming notions.
When I embarked on the outer reaches, on a made-up
Our weapons—let’s see that they’re kept dry.
Drifting now and all those I might stretch for.
A False Wing
So prompt the holiday
must be a thing for subtleties.
able to understand dark questions.
Napoleons to trout, not
forgetting the colorful root.
Adventures on a Raft
A jigsaw leaf mumbled down and I thought
I galaxied the whole path for myself—strewn now
Then the lightning crazies up the street of shops.
I might have been a fraud I’m saying in the bulky air,
And I didn’t notice the crowd that had become
No one could understand such public worries.
The field reached long long behind the tracks
laugh it into money, send it to the far hood of the mountains.
Molly Bendall is the author of three collections of poetry. Her new volume Under the Quick will be appearing from Parlor Press in 2009. She currently teaches at the University of Southern California.
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