tornado siren,
even the stars take shelter
Author: Anthony Slauson
I'm from Jewells Run, Kentucky. I've been writing poetry for about fifteen years.
between stars
and lightning bugs,
a quiet conversation
resetting the mousetrap,
after she goes out to play
sun shower
washing away
chalk hearts
with a broken snowball
she mends
the snowman’s cheek
sunday morning
the broken mailbox
filling with snow
shadow of the moon
the same color
as the marble’s
warm summer wind
butterflies
tracing hieroglyphs
bull thistle sun-
a goldfinch,
with assorted bees-
star crushed sky
silver rain—
making the violets
more violet…
on the Indian mound
a collection
of tire grooves
over the brown field
a frisbee barely missing
the airplane
