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2 Poems

GTimothy Gordon

Gossamer Art

Pale Endymion moon

ghosting desert, echt busker

craving attention, love,

mortal form,

poem, paint, pot or vase,

gravitas of solid sculpture,

on this kind of night,

cusp of crisp spring,

let it lie high first in music

of the spheres, faint note within

lovers who hear, see, feel,

dreaming gossamer into art.




Meadowlark, Walt, Me

Meadowlark sunning himself

on new high-end hacienda digs

cupola away from barrel cacti

and cottonwood, solitary, hermetic,

not many here of his kind, desert-savvy,

restless, saluting dawn in clear, sharp notes

until full light, the go-by patter turn achy,

warbly and gushy, dead-on dreamy I know,

and I know he’s not just musing to dawn,

would-be few mates, just to himself,

content with his own song, voice,

I like to think, sounding very much mine,

Walt’s, of absent lover, significant other,

life partner, hanging out, lonely corner cowboy

waiting for that girl in the flatbed Ford

trolling Outback edge a second, third, time

for a closer look at him, our old Walt, me.




Gordon’s DREAM WIND was published 2020 (Spirit-of-the-Ram), GROUND OF THIS BLUE EARTH (Mellen), while EVERYTHING SPEAKING CHINESE received RIVERSTONE P Poetry Prize (AZ). Work appears in AGNI, American Literary R, Cincinnati PR, Mississippi R, New York Q, RHINO, Sonora R, Texas Observer, several nominated for Pushcarts. EMPTY was published January 2024 (Cyberwit P), BLUE BUSINESS in-progress (63). He divides lives between New Mexico/Texas borderland Chihuahuan Desert Southwest Organ Mountains and Asia.

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