Greetings from...the Road to Nowhere

Greetings from...the Road to Nowhere

Saturday, July 31, 2010

A Spirit and a Goat

by Michael H. Brownstein

and I am the last person left in my world.
Can you not see this? Is lightning that bright?
Is there not a Godhead named Mithras
watching over goats and ewes and every colt?

Yes, yes, and no.

The sea has a way of washing itself,
the hand of thick grass holds to its own rhythm,
stone finds a detour and a stream and more stone.
The feet of the umbrella pine lift from a crush of earth.
Once upon a time there was such a thing.

Moon madness. This I know.

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