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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