Today’s Poem: Newsletter

Derek Sheffield

That bright of the blue sky variety
raising every racket of mower
and blower, backhoe and whacker,

not to mention every street’s hatch
of after-school slammers and high-pitched
trampoliners. O just a while longer,

a day, maybe three, give them
a rest. Have the hammocks hold fast
and the bark remain in the dog.

Have the thinnest veil of dusk,
fog, or drizzle, call stillness
near, her sister, silence, here.

from the book NOT FOR LUCK / Wheelbarrow Books