April Poetry Month (Day 7): Tobias Wray #npm15 #wppoets

[April Poetry Marathon 2015 Table of Contents]

Tobias_WrayTobias Wray is a poetry editor for the cream city review. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Third Coast, Bellingham Review, North American Review, The Fourth River and elsewhere. He’s been a finalist for the Black Warrior Review Poetry Contest and the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing Fellowship. He holds an MFA in poetry and translation from the University of Arkansas and is a doctoral candidate at the University of Wisconsin Milwaukee.

 


 

 

Keeping the Fence

We used to walk the line sacking beer cans
hunters had thrown on our side.
A childhood glory, that quiet aluminum song

muted in the jam-black garbage bag. The dry
switch-code of grass. I never asked if you could tell
what I was. I can almost hear the lowest clouds

scuffed by those frail trees on the hill.
A meadowlark startles. There’s a tyranny
to the fence, its weather-bloated, cracked posts,

its aching teeth strung against the wind.

 

Tantalus on the Street Corner

It’s a world where nothing’s given,
but his sign reads “Please…”
He reaches for the drooping fruit
that hangs above clear water.
He knows the scent, a perfume
filtering down from rich skies:
The thought of what might be
a better death than this one.
A death better than this one
thought of what might be
filtering down from such rich skies;
he knows the scent, a perfume
that hangs above clear water.
He reaches for the drooping fruit,
but his sign reads “Please,
it’s a world where nothing’s given.”

 

Odysseus at Isabel Creek

In Faulkner County, where legends live, a woman
drove with her two kids off a bridge, their bodies
never recovered. They say she rises for the fields
near the water, that creek spray lifts from spectral arms.
If I was the bridge. If they haven’t stopped
drowning. If I am the field where she is dancing.

 

[April Poetry Marathon 2015 Table of Contents]

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