PANORAMA
The sun sets
and Rome is still there.
(Though I've yet to see it.)
Snow blows across the drifts.
(It is the wind; it doesn't walk.)
Clouds are computers and wizards: blue ghastly cradles.
(Mist and waves conjuring the skies.)
Trees bend and swoop, catching us- neatly in their lairs.
(Imagination's vines swish through our mind.)
The stars gape and gaze- stare into us,
asking questions, telling lies,
riding bulls and mixers
across the sky.
(spurring what need not be set,
it is already set,
in the panorama of the stars.)
Grand Island
1977
Grand Island Series
©1977 PANORAMA — Joseph W. Yarbrough
Reproduction prohibited without written permission.
and Rome is still there.
(Though I've yet to see it.)
Snow blows across the drifts.
(It is the wind; it doesn't walk.)
Clouds are computers and wizards: blue ghastly cradles.
(Mist and waves conjuring the skies.)
Trees bend and swoop, catching us- neatly in their lairs.
(Imagination's vines swish through our mind.)
The stars gape and gaze- stare into us,
asking questions, telling lies,
riding bulls and mixers
across the sky.
(spurring what need not be set,
it is already set,
in the panorama of the stars.)
Grand Island
1977
Grand Island Series
©1977 PANORAMA — Joseph W. Yarbrough
Reproduction prohibited without written permission.