The 2River View | 21.3 (Spring 2017) |
Rodd Whelpley for Wallace Stevens My apologies for the mountain In middle Illinois, it rises, unseen, mystical on a horizon just past and, at some time beyond reckoning, a salt sea teeming rolls on my plate of grass, squeaks his rubber pork chop toy, answers The mountain has kept me from writing all these things, Instead, we loll here with our Buster, who we would be loyal and only slightly brave, already white around the muzzle, perhaps there to chase incessant gulls on a coastline shaded Equus Poiesis after Odyssey, Book IV You think what animates a creature – lives But after such hard years, the land denuded, From vessels set to take us home; form this gift, An object taken in to complement your mood today Which is exactly what we crave. No victory, but you, In the voice of everyone we’ve ever loved. We leave Rodd Whelpley has work appearing or forthcoming in Antiphon, The Chagrin River Review, Driftwood Press, Eunoia Review, Literary Orphans, The Naugatuck River Review, Right Hand Pointing, Spillway, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Triggerfish Critical Review, and elsewhere.
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