—question asked by David Ishaya Osu
It will be a Saturday,
yes—no one must
miss work for grieving.
Sometime in the evening
so my last day
wasn’t wasted resting.
An old song—one
that’s not yet written—plays
on the radio (satellite,
Bluetooth, YouTube)
already calling up nostalgia
for the long-ago
I’m waiting to experience
as I contemplate
this doom prophecy of self
like watching some giddy,
glowing orange kite
sky-dancing, bobbing,
right before it’s
shot down by a drone.
Ace Boggess is author of the novel A Song Without a Melody (Hyperborea Publishing, 2016) and two books of poetry, most recently, The Prisoners (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2014). Forthcoming is a third poetry collection: Ultra Deep Field (Brick Road). His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, RATTLE, River Styx, North Dakota Quarterly and many other journals. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.
It will be a Saturday,
yes—no one must
miss work for grieving.
Sometime in the evening
so my last day
wasn’t wasted resting.
An old song—one
that’s not yet written—plays
on the radio (satellite,
Bluetooth, YouTube)
already calling up nostalgia
for the long-ago
I’m waiting to experience
as I contemplate
this doom prophecy of self
like watching some giddy,
glowing orange kite
sky-dancing, bobbing,
right before it’s
shot down by a drone.
Ace Boggess is author of the novel A Song Without a Melody (Hyperborea Publishing, 2016) and two books of poetry, most recently, The Prisoners (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2014). Forthcoming is a third poetry collection: Ultra Deep Field (Brick Road). His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, RATTLE, River Styx, North Dakota Quarterly and many other journals. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.
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