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.