I haven't spoken
to my father in a year --
complications
with his hearing aid
he can hear everything
I remember you
and the wildflowers
by the roadside --
a dead snake
alive with ants
on the tv news
a camera pans
bloodied shoes --
everyone in paradise
must go barefoot
together again
we take the back roads home
in a distant silence --
behind a tractor
birds at a moveable feast
I curse
the swirling heavens,
plentiful cheap wine --
the moon spins
on the end of my finger
Robert Lucky currently lives in Thailand with his
family. His nonfiction work has appeared in
various journals including The Art of Eating,
Petits Propos Culinaires, and Crab Orchard Review.
His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in
Bottle Rockets, The Heron's Nest, Chrysanthemum,
Eucalypt, Frogpond, and Wisteria.
Robert Lucky currently lives in Thailand with his
family. His nonfiction work has appeared in
various journals including The Art of Eating,
Petits Propos Culinaires, and Crab Orchard Review.
His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in
Bottle Rockets, The Heron's Nest, Chrysanthemum,
Eucalypt, Frogpond, and Wisteria.