
Poems from Quivira
A Compelling Velvety Voice
Dust fine as talc unfragranced and pale, a road
eerily untrafficked though now and then
disordered by cars, overhead the cold pearl of the moon
and thudding film memory
where a biplane’s cutting-off engine struggled through
smoke of dawn, dying in bare daylight
if not directly over the roof under which people slept
then close enough my darling
is it too late
up and down the road doors slamming
the small plane disturbing crows’ sleek unseen bodies
sheen of feathers uprising
First appeared in Denver Quarterly