November 11, 2007

Out-of-Town Poetry: Amy Fleury

Posted in Poetry at 9:00 am by The Lizard Queen

Nemaha County Nocturne

The difficult stars parse the night into silence,
benediction, dream. Between soil and silo thrums
the grammar of grain and all of Kansas rests.

The slender roots of weeds suck at the dirt,
and the listing windmills and ruined barns
lean toward their beginnings. Flowing north,

our river glides through glacial cuts
and those ghosts of primitive sea.
A turtle, overturned dish

of flesh and patience, swims
against history’s blur.
Locusts resurrect

the wind and with
reluctant tongues
we name it

holy
holy.

—Amy Fleury, 2004

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