Showing posts with label slice of poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slice of poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

A Slice of Poetry














A Slice From a Poem's Center


...It's too late tonight
to start a poem, or to finish
one, so all that's possible
is to present the middle,
where these dry pine-needles
lie and the pastor's daughter
swims naked in a mill-pond,
and a meteor drags a line
of fire across black sky
above Siberia once only
in all of Time. In other
words, . . . .

Copyright 2008 Hans Ostrom