Short Ride in a Fast Machine
by Howie Good
It’s too cold to get out of bed
but too late to fall back to sleep
and as I lie there
thinking about the things
I usually think about
a border without a guard shack
death’s bronzed baby shoes
I can see through the window
the wind puff out its cheeks
and leaves go flying in confusion
like sightless golden birds
Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New Paltz, is the author of 11 previous poetry chapbooks, including Still Life with Firearms (2009) from Right Hand Pointing, Visiting the Dead (2009) from Flutter Press, and My Heart Draws a Rough Map (2009) from the Blue Hour Press. He has been nominated three times for a Pushcart Prize and four times for the Best of the Net anthology. His first full-length book of poetry, Lovesick, was released in 2009 by Press Americana.
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