Between Night Hills
by Michael Dylan Welch |
trailer park a flat of seedlings on a rusted Chevy
the waterfall’s fall straight into the ocean
easing away from the rumble strip day moon
among the bills a baby shower invitation
threading one daisy stem into another the principal
Mother stirs her tea with a garage sale spoon
a faded blue ribbon from the county fair egg toss
clicking past the Discovery Channel Shark Week
“Nights in White Satin” drifts through our candle smoke
in front of the old couple’s house a pair of snow angels
the pachinko parlour after closing a jangle of keys
on the dining room table the widow refolds her flag
in my dream top down in the carwash
the construction crane in pieces on an 18-wheeler
a strawberry stuck in the milkshake straw
at the top of the ramp, the skateboarder straightens her ponytail
a Frisbee sails over the neighbor’s fence
cherry petals land in the baptismal font
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