April 15, 2021

K. Holden Pumphrey – Two Poems


K. Holden Pumphrey

Two Poems

On Disaster



A paper sun thinks to source time

Old women moved to the middle of the street

and stood motionless, looking at each other.

dependent on the wind/direction

Advancing in the opposite direction

of reality we asked why are we fighting.

a stretch of pavement

The result of what we have thought

throughout history, encountering uncertainty.

gives you no reason to stay home.

Pace, Pace Mia Sorella

The crying was surprising as a train of our own flutter of actually being good. OK, I didn’t forget about you. Over murk in colored of falling in, at first just snooping for the life-like being. In a retriever of your face I decided on dying this time around it, a pagoda to the real thing, the person. I am looking at photography of your face to know. If I make resolutions and if you will stay. I feel like I don’t need to explain anything else when we’ll be laughing beyond any screenplay where I say Exactly. But sad is. Some things are sad. And then you say hope is invented anyway and this is what it’s like: Good morning! Good morning, Love. We’ll figure out a way for you to move home. The water here makes sense to us and it’s my favorite day to be brave.


 

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