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Winter 2008, vol 6 no 4


Bob Lucky

at the market
a bowl of blood
on the table —
the turtle's legs paddle air
as the monger cuts away


I've spent hours
on this pebbled shore
skimming stones —
all my thoughts
at the bottom of the lake


a handful of grass
offered to the sky
I lie down
face up in the field


picking out
a sad melody
on the uke —
it's hard to give
melancholy its due


this gloom
like a dust storm
approaching —
the office doorknob
inexplicably shiny


having forsaken
god in my youth…
now I take the plunge
and bow down before
all gods of plumbing


Bob Lucky Bob Lucky lives with his family in Hangzhou, China, where he teaches history and occasionally braves the traffic in his little red car from Great Wall Motors. His work has appeared in various international journals.