Summer
Not always
what we want.
Not darkness,
silence.
Moisture and heat.
Sun streaming
the earth. The earth
giving what it gives.
Sometimes weeds.
Sometimes not.
Always the push
and shove. Always
the burning fuse.
A Small Dark Bird
A small dark bird--
does it matter
which? Yes, it does,
to the other
juncos, and to
this one. We all
need it--to know
what we've been named,
one last trueness
before the end.
Water
The dark
lake. The sky
does not know
its place.
Tom Montag is most recently the author of In This Place: Selected Poems 1982-2013. In 2015 he has been the featured poet at Atticus Review (April) and Contemporary American Voices (August). Other recent poems will be found at Apeiron Review, Blue Heron Review, The Chaffin Journal, Eunoia Review, Hamilton Stone Review, The Homestead Review, Little Patuxent Review, Plainsong, South 85, Sand, Third Wednesday, Town Creek Poetry, Wilderness House Literary Review, and many other journals. He blogs as The Middlewesterner and serves as Managing Editor of the Lorine Niedecker Monograph Series, What Region?
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