Steve Sleboda (2 poems)
IN A VAGUE HEAVEN
Never saw the Robin fly.
It’s land glow
Kept a voice
from falling off
the cart.
Two, three in a
blue formation
facing the same stone,
leaves and
their print sounds
were heard in a vague heaven
and evaporated into
a mirror-held wind cloud.
FORGET FOREVER
These stars stand everywhere to sing
tonight between oceans that collapse
Into mounds of morning sky.
A cough, a breath, stretch the map across
the wasteland to enshrine pollen as the
biggest piece of damp in the room.
Ho Ho huff and puff and blow that brick
house down. Life forever, laughter to-
gether, grind that age old apocalypse
down.
Singing, a song released toward lamp-
shade waters, it goes green memory
stream along the other black dawn.
Take in creak-filled wagons, hilarity-
hinged, basically rust without that
orange-brown tint.
Another song bursts through the screen,
from a voice nearby an anvil rings the
rhythm home.
Alleluia, the globe already dressed to
dance with Mother’s weary grin
beautiful beauty
bountiful plains
golden stillness
forget forever.
Steven Sleboda lives in Western Massachusetts with wife, two daughters, Halo our rescue hound & Gnockie Nocturnal. Recent publication from Amherst Collective 2019, WHEN THE FOOTBRIDGE TURNS INTO THE DRAGONFLY’S WING, available for online reading or through slebodes@gmail.com.