Spring Will Be Closing Soon
can’t afford this rain, but
she’d like to try it on anyway.
Hey, Cinderella, it’s about to be
—actually, summer in Arizona
and winter in Alaska are exactly the same.
It’s sort of like fascism and communism.
But May’s idealistic, still,
and birds rise up in defense, or in debate,
of a world in which the impossible
seems only barely so.
Let’s just say you had nothing.
It’s spring, it rains, you have nothing,
but you could have anything at all
for ten seconds. Do you want it?
Do you want that body? The sound of your name?
Would you like to slip into this rainy dress?
When it’s gone, you can always deserve it.
You can deserve anything you want
as you walk home, but now it’s time
to walk, by an empty, cracked road
washed over with sand, and a creosote smell
which is lush and endless
inside you, as long as you never breathe out,
and nothing will seem true
tomorrow, sweating at breakfast
and almost too hot to be lonely
but you are the night’s own antelope,
and you are a cactus covered with snow
and you are a moth in a city of evening primroses,
unfolded, bright, and offering
their most expensive stamens out to you,
because everything possible
is just barely so, in the world
there is much and vast beauty for rent.
Wild White Roses by a Creekbed in June
And glow, upstream there, like bad stars,
Scrapped and floating in a pile,
Too hot to touch. But no, they aren’t
And lifting back so slowly, bent
So shallowly, could be the path
Of hour-old or coming wind.
And flat, with the petals splayed, not cupped.
They’re just a little colder than
The air. They feel too smooth to touch.
What snow the creek did get, the roots
Must have gripped, to grow such white
From earth cracking beneath the spruce,
Adjusts its perch, biting the collar
Of a small, barely twitching bee
Whose face is smothered in pollen.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sam Reed holds an MFA from the University of Iowa, where he taught Poetry Writing and Creative Writing. His poems have appeared in journals such as Colorado Review, Denver Quarterly, and Beloit Poetry Journal, which awarded him its 2006 Chad Walsh Poetry Prize. Previously he studied Environmental Studies at Prescott College, in Arizona. He was raised in Northern California. Sam will be teaching a poetry workshop at the IIML over the summer.