2 poems
Kyle Grewing

Winter 2023

Blue sky and open country
Buffalo roam wild and free
Edges framed by 2 trees
A red rope between
the bill and the panel


these sounds tickle my brain
like fingernails on porcelain skin
as i move to a familiar space
separate from the one im in
from st. charles place to states
like a race car or a horse and rider
catch the sidewalk dance and swing
feel the concrete through my pf. flyers
i cant explain what eckhart means
i stare at my eyes reflecting this color
i soar and sing, but the birds walk
absent of desire to be with each other
your voice disrupts like an alarm clock
im here with you

Monday Nov 5 2018