Copyright © 2001 Bob Dornberg

I Am Not Ready to Nail This Door Shut
(for Christie)

There is still water brooding in our well.
Broccoli and squash gossip in the field.
The plow and tractor conspire.

I have carved a guitar out of my spine,
strung it with guts and veins.
Is it too late to strum these songs?

I am collecting acorns, planting them in the sidewalk.
I am inviting bulls and a lioness to sleep on my porch.

Will you come back?
Bring whips and liniment,
steel and bamboo, thunder
and the breeze that rubs its face in the ocean's bosom.

We will bellow until oaks bend over backward
and grass plugs its ears with marble;
dream in a bed of wisteria,
sweat and honey soothing sore throats,
the new beets red with our blood.

John Amen
Copyright © 2001

John Amen's poetry and fiction have appeared in various publications, both online and in print, including Sanskrit, 2River View, Wilmington Blues, Stirring Magazine, and Twilight Times. He is the editor in chief of the online literary magazine The Pedestal (www.thepedestalmagazine.com).

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