for Jennie Jones
Roll on, dark blue sea Dash along surfaces of the deep Browse upon verges of pasture From the quiet intensity of the inaugural harp to the energetic finale of the horn Dancers take hands, go round twice, then back again Now turn, now repeat, arms and all, leading forward, then leading back Roll on until loud voices go soft, until silence descends on the organ grinder, the street preacher, the medicine man Roll on as the mouth is pursed, the tongue is shown and one or both lips are drawn over the teeth Roll, as another noun phrase is born from a noun and leaves re-arrange themselves on plant stems based on this equation or that equation despite vague movements to the contrary Continue to roll on though a man falls into a cranny and finds there’s nothing he can do to help himself
©2023 Paul Brucker
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Paul Brucker…
…is a marketing communications writer who lives in Mt. Prospect, IL, “Where “Friendliness is a Way of Life.” He put a lid on poetry writing when he went to the Northwestern University grad ad school in a questionable attempt to learn how to think like a businessman and secure a decent income. Nevertheless, he has succumbed to writing poetry again. He has been published recently in Pennsylvania Literary Journal, Wink, The Literary Nest, Otherwise Engaged, The Beautiful Space, Prachya Review, The Bangalore Review, monthstoyears and The Pagan’s Muse: Words of Ritual, Invocation and Inspiration.
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