The crumpled steel
guarded movement
its offering, dead
bells on felt
squares
walk your
body around its
outline, in some
distress and rust
you got it right
*
see through-
enter off
the sides
no edge left
unturned, blurred
in point of fact
a soft glow beckons
before we are barred
from the lights
the way we like
*
any number of ways
to squeeze a brushed
defenseless box
meaning mind pouring
holes down through
the top reinforcing
its phantom
dust coated tongues
of grey green plants
open prairie
*
I would like it better
strolling each side alone
iron grips
the long and dark
long and bright
divided
from Poetry Northwest 13.1 Summer & Fall 2018More by Cedar Sigo from the library
Copyright © Cedar Sigo
Used with the permission of the author
on behalf of Poetry Northwest.