Goodbye, Newbie Photographer
Immediately at 2:30, if the solar
is in the identical frame of mind,
I’ll attempt once more to catch the shadow
I failed towards yesterday.
I don’t consider you preferred
claiming an angle; except,
in your stomach, catching windward
water, over melt-cold pebbles.
Alone underneath the aurora, I can see you
like a cactus on the tundra, saluting
their invisible whoosh earlier than they
washed you clear of coloration.
Oh. Snow.
If I have to, after swearing it off,
I’ll nudge this snowfall into the
hotter margins of melancholy.
A peek after I mentioned I wouldn’t.
Boots after I mentioned I wouldn’t.
And one thing with my lips.
Look, clouds are churning out
Bichon-puffed parachutes!
I higher get in on this.
Echoes
Weary of my complaints turning into oral custom,
right this moment I’ll let the wind do all of the speaking:
Minor chord summer season extreme as cut up axe handles.
Sharp crickets sanding away at their very own winged tongues.
A bored mutt howling on the finish of its rope.
And tomorrow, coming again to me like yesterday’s boomerang.
Bradley David Waters is a California-based author of poetry, fiction, essays, and beyond-genre. His writing and image-based work seem in Denver Quarterly, Exacting Clam, and quite a few different publications and anthologies. He’s additionally a senior editor at jmww journal. Bradley earned his B.A. in English from Michigan State College and a Grasp’s in Social Work from the College of Michigan. He and his husband steward land for wildlife habitat, develop heirloom apples, and undertake undesirable poultry. Publications, pictures, and video readings could also be discovered at bradley-david.com and on Substack @bradleydavidwaters.
Header photograph by mika_mgla, courtesy Shutterstock.
