In Season

by Judy Halebsky

Most of the milky way is dark matter
so Jacob brings home tulips

Marvin Bell is writing poems as a dead man

maybe that’s a good approach

a snail across the sidewalk

a dead bird in the surf

all the generations before me laid to the dirt

Jacob wants me to not notice

the stress on could in

we could have kids

un-resolved stars un-paired particles

the galaxy is moving at 630 km/hour

he’s hoping it’s too late

Henry Moore, the sculptor, instructs his students

roll it downhill

any piece that falls off

leave behind

Published on March 8, 2016