Five Poems
AT HOPE CEMETERY
the obelisk sea
the evergreen trees
the dead leaves
the empty hydrangeas
the obelisk sea
the evergreen trees
the dead leaves
the remaining red and yellow in the distance
the evergreen trees
the dead leaves
the remaining red and yellow in the distance
the hilltop inn
the hospital
the bend in the highway
the red orange yellow leaves left there
are popsicles, are like hydrangeas
FLOWERS THAT GROW IN THE VALLEY OF THE TOMBSTONES
sleep electric wizard
I hear a train cadenzaing on the night plain
deadlifting through a field of voam
a lineman for the county
making silent worship to the earth
FLOWER PHASE
the ideogram for gradual is
water cutting stone
the Appalachian Range ends
in the Scottish Highlands
tulip comes from turban
ever since I learned the name
I see them everywhere
I see tulips everywhere
see forsythia everywhere
see tulips everywhere
see forsythia everywhere
see daffodils and daffodils
just arrived the irises
in Pangea hardwoods covered the world
do you hear a black bear in there
in Hubbard Park where Winter St turns around
THE GARDEN AT THE START OF SUMMER STREET
pink
phloxes
white
hydrangea
arises
the promise
of vacation
returns
only to promise
summer
ends
SNOW DUNES
Digital display
Ancient parkway
In a rush
Ambient country
More ambient than country
Booming Adirondack sky
Beautiful blue
Like you
Yellow bands and branches
Pink splashes
That sun sets
Overflowing winter
Switchgrass
Says the lake’s moderating influence
Is the ancient sea’s
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Josh Barber Josh Barber writes the poetry review A New Measure. His work has recently appeared in Aphor, Boxx, Vat, Poetry Nightly, and the Tabloid Paraphernalia & Addenda Series.