“You know those walls / wind off the earth had made” – John Ashbery
Something has happened
to her. Everything except
the blood isn’t clear.
But she! – ‘heaven’s region!’
has just died with the dog
barking in the backyard –
the father, the son & the
doctor – he in a nice hat – he
in a nice mind read the house
walls and concluded that
there was nothing left
to be done but feel
the wind shrink into the grass,
sway memory and wonder
at the flowers, “how arbitrary
it is, their designated beauty.“
Detroit writer and poet Ian Brown currently resides in New York City where he is receiving an MFA in poetry from the New School. Author of 3 chap books and recipient of the 2009 Jim Cash Award in Poetry, his work can be found in such places as PANK Magazine and the Best American Poetry blog.
