A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
“Of thunder clouds, cracks and volunteers” Trumpeter lilies argue the loudest scents -- you could wrap a fiesta with that smell and when done, you will know you’re at a funeral parlor and tears are falling falling stars brighten dancing figures—the ones that Jasper Johns remixes, oh elderly DJ – got that pepper in his pocket who knows these people in the desert: volunteers come with food & water left for desperados — the menwomenchildren stumbling into an American haze they too, these volunteers, are illegal, told to leave the desert on foot printed even as the menwomenchildren mark the earth calling on insects, birds and beasts to follow to gather to take what is left of the stumbled bodies The border between good and evil can be porous or hard as steel or an ideology of hatred — the country is full of ideologues and the border cracks.
Author’s note: the first line is a quote from Brenda Hillman
Copyright 2019 Patricia Spears Jones
Patricia Spears Jones (born 1951) is is the author of four collections of poetry: Painkiller, The Weather That Kills, Femme du Monde, and A Lucent Fire: New and Selected Poems. A native of Arkansas, she lives in New York City.