RSS 2.0 FeedThe Elm at Rhoederick Farm
no clockwork will decide us
no vision can impair
the tree has reached the cloudbank
and crows sit on roots and stare up
as we speak through the leaves
by way of wind, by way of twisting
through the blindness with
the tips of our fingers
and finding the other shore, somehow,
as the crows scream away
revealing the gears of our sun
falling now piece by piece
between our childish delights
to the spot on the grass
where they’ll never find us again
James H. Duncan: a tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure. He is a magazine editor and freelance writer living in New York City and the founder of Hobo Camp Review, an online literary 'zine dedicated to the traveling word. Twice nominated for the 'Best of the Net,' his poetry and short stories have found homes in dozens of publications, including Pulp Modern, Underground Voices, and Poetry Salzberg Review. James is currently revising a noir/crime novel and recently finished writing a children's novel about a boy who thinks he's a knight, soccer, dragons, and macaroni & cheese. More at http://jameshduncan.blogspot.com. His e-mail address: James H. Duncan