Howie Good
True, but wouldn’t you rather
jerk awake to the beating of invisible wings
and later, if the light is right,
watch a river scratch itself until it bled?
And as to the example of those who keep
their feet firmly on the ground,
like a telephone pole, or a feeding trough,
or a tombstone –
when you’re in love, you’re happy to board
the wounded plane last seen disappearing
over the mountains and never heard from again.
Howie Good is a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New Paltz. He is the author of seven poetry collections, including Tomorrowland (2008) from Achilles Chapbooks in print and The Torturer’s Horse (2009) from Recycled Karma Press online. He has been nominated three times for a Pushcart Prize and twice for the Best of the Net anthology.
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