July/Aug 2021 • Vol. XLIII No. 4 Poetry |

Ode to Something Elusive

For Birmingham Not ozymandias or love this morning, I could walk to the edge of craving and never quit looking. Today I strolled the tracks, smoked butts, measured the city’s contingence, sucked two honeysuckles in lieu of mints. The coal train chugged past in black and gold. The slowness was militant as the lie a man offers his mistress, harbinger of diamond to come. I came closest. The sky suckled its coal-teat. I did not know where I was, what time wanted, an epic. Tagged in red beneath the bridge: Dante wuz.

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