Deep Things by Sam Rasnake

I’ve mowed the grass again,
making the cardinal’s life
an easier settlement.

Worms groove the ground
in soft silence,
oblivious to the inevitable.

The astilbe readies itself
for a wet night.
Overhead, motors grind

through orange clouds. A rabbit
practices her own
hard philosophy,

reads the fence line
as prologue to sky.
Crickets deep the bladed green

in a clot of honeysuckle air.
We’re all shadows here.
My love for you is dark.

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4 responses to “Deep Things by Sam Rasnake

  1. Randal Houle

    Great poem, Sam. So much “busy at work” with all the little critters doing their thing. I used to work in a cemetery and I caught a glimpse that the poem is occurring in that all too inevitable place. I could be wrong, and it wouldn’t matter, the poem still “works”

  2. Lovely. Especially liked the line about the fence being read as prologue to the sky.

  3. Darryl P.

    I can’t say how very much I enjoy this poem, Sam. There’s so much here to savor. Love the way you make it all come alive with such assured and original language.

  4. Pingback: Week #17 – Busy at work « 52|250 A Year of Flash

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