Title:His Name is Pac Man/ Tree Root
by Stephen Page
I have holstered my gun and sheathed
The orange blossoms smell sweet.
The business of all ranchers is grass.
The drizzling rain quiets the wood.
If grass is shorn too short, the roots
Sunset is a zillion gallons of orange paint.
I sit on one side of a tree root
The sky is so large.
I sit on the other side of the root,
The thing you have to deal with
Silence is the owl about to take flight.
My business partner who farms
The migrating butterflies fill clouds.
In the fattening lot, a calf
Hinchas de Poesia, Winter, 2010
Edited by Yago Cura & J. David Gonzalez
Invincible Court, NYC, NY 10030