2 poems
Kyle Grewing
Winter 2023
Kyle Grewing
Winter 2023
#5
Blue sky and open country
Buffalo roam wild and free
Edges framed by 2 trees
A red rope between
the bill and the panel
It says SOUTH DAKOTA
#7
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
Blue sky and open country
Buffalo roam wild and free
Edges framed by 2 trees
A red rope between
the bill and the panel
It says SOUTH DAKOTA
#7
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