SLOW MOVING CONTINENTS
turtle dreams stir the shifting moods
of clouds & sea. was it you or was it me?
deluged by god thoughts
a city collapses beneath confetti.
turtle dreams shift like you or me.
come back to kite hill
where childhoods & strange architudes
emerge. call god into question.
the landscape crawls toward the camera
the deck chairs
& the bridge rounds
folks lounging in the sun
this is club dead
skin sheds itself
never mind the ashes
fallen in eastern europe
they don’t belong to you
or to me
the emptiness of the world, i can hardly hold on
i walked side by side with my childhood
& a bitter wind knocked leaves around
how quickly one can pack a suitcase
as if there were somewhere to reach
on a park bench sat invisible friends
arguing, teasing, then refusing to speak
not much fun i grant you
but this is my train, along
tracks through inhospitable lands, where
at least one person in your car
carries a badge
Evelyn Posamienter currently lives in California. She has had work published in a wide variety of magazines, including the SoMa Review, Big City Lit, and The Mississippi Review Online. She recently read from her work at April’s San Francisco Synchronized Chaos reading event, and may be reached at email@example.com