9.19.2010

Two Poems by Howie Good


Autumn Song

The sunken old-
man face

of the sunflower
by my door,

its seeds
like sealed

envelopes
containing

purple gray
weather.
 
 
 
 
Birdsong

Spiders
have always

eaten flies.
Traveling

at night,
who has time

to update
their résumé?

Oh, love,
we’re beautiful

anarchy,
birds nesting

in the holes
made by grenades.




Howie Good is the author of a full-length poetry collection, Lovesick, as well as 21 print and digital poetry chapbooks, including most recently, Hello, Darkness, available from Deadly Chaps.

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