Scott Simpson · Poetry

last night planes flew south

Selected Poems 1989 to 2009 · source pages 176

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Source page 176

last night

planes flew south

from the dark grass

I heard them

stars and then a red

beacon far above

the moon waning two-thirds

intact

over my head and blue

afterburners

cutting open the pasture--

twin blowtorches--

the large black bodies of horses

bolting dogs

whimpering the noise never

left only grew

more distant