2 June 2003 | Vol. 3, No. 2
For K Down Under
Did not slip toward your largess, Brown
Hair. Something baking smells good,
And the edge! Forsaken, some say,
The pair of tattered sneakers begs
The question. If you thought the girl
Container could handle, would you
Pull the lever? Fancy me, oh thou.
Can't look away—belief is negotiable
Through (drip drip) sophistry (nitpick),
Someone set the fazer on stun. My my,
Each lily, when plucked from the mouth
Of the tide pool trips toward: ocean, sandy.
The map has many deceptive lines.
Our past tense is finally making sense.
About the author:
Anthony Robinson teaches composition and literature courses at the University of Oregon. He's on the staff of the Northwest Review and is Associate Editor of The Canary. His work appears widely in print and on the web.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Anthony Robinson at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 3, No. 2, where "For K Down Under" ran on June 2, 2003. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
