Jesse Glass
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Evening into Night
Crows duel for leathery
droppings in the street;
gutter water freezes.
A neighbor’s Handel
revolves above the roof tiles,
thin & fine to the ear
as a hummingbird’s skeleton
is to the eye.
I dry my single cup and hang it on a nail.
The poultice moon draws
fever from the sky
as clocks slow
into midnight
and furnaces throb on
in rock-walled cellars.
I shut the happy Book of Lies, yawn.
Hear the late December winds
punish the river...
Sleep with my hat on
hands a-pockets:
(My masterwork
a hobo nickel
warms to my rubbing.)
The Great Ladder, once
strong enough
strong enough
strong enough
strong enough
strong enough
strong enough
strong enough
for marble angels’ hands & feet
is now a scattering of feathers
on the ice.
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Jesse Glass
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Evening into Night
Crows duel for leathery
droppings in the street;
gutter water freezes.
A neighbor’s Handel
revolves above the roof tiles,
thin & fine to the ear
as a hummingbird’s skeleton
is to the eye.
I dry my single cup and hang it on a nail.
The poultice moon draws
fever from the sky
as clocks slow
into midnight
and furnaces throb on
in rock-walled cellars.
I shut the happy Book of Lies, yawn.
Hear the late December winds
punish the river...
Sleep with my hat on
hands a-pockets:
(My masterwork
a hobo nickel
warms to my rubbing.)
The Great Ladder, once
strong enough
strong enough
strong enough
strong enough
strong enough
strong enough
strong enough
for marble angels’ hands & feet
is now a scattering of feathers
on the ice.
Jesse Glass