January 26, 2009

Barn Burning, It

Found ways for following
Tempest like first ground

Breaking idea of foundation

First till a mule

Because disasters care
For if, asking is no bulwark

That one thought brick but
Breathe it states that missing

Patch of claim flowers

While planting burn
Not the burning

Reason ash is
Saved will figure

As such reconciliation
Tends to waste

Light, it falls in

What interest in fire-
Fed prizes

Calf and their comparisons

State’s birds called
Northern flicker,
Barn swallow

A charm to quiet bundles

Owing a companion
First meadow that alit

Then no plume
Can be its flint

—Michelle Taransky
first appeared in 88: A Journal of Contemporary Poetry and is
forthcoming in the book Barn Burned, Then (Omnidawn 2009)

Posted by dwaber at January 26, 2009 01:26 PM