Border Hour
- Cathexis Northwest Press
- Oct 1, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Oct 8, 2020
By; Derek Thomas Dew
Falling denser.
Smoke trees with trees.
Winter comes to a balloon
a town is unable to chase.
Again, what isn’t you
has talked me out of the whole thing.
Come the festivals,
none can the day
that I run from ask.
/
Hunger is having
to move
to still this place.
The snow until a lone pine.
The cord that snaps through the river’s ice
when I see someone
who’s seen you.
/
Water squeezed
from wet bark chips
underfoot
has it: eventually,
you’ll want to be with the others.
A lit candle will hide you.
Stone’s asking is gone.
/
How to leap to the back of the field.
The broken lamps do more broken.
Workers will step beneath the town,
its pipes will thaw.
The wind will split
on a frozen jackdaw.
And how to be there.
How to be there and
how to see clearer
and clearer into less
and less.
Derek Thomas Dew’s debut collection of poetry, "Riddle Field," received the Test Site Poetry Prize and is out October 2020 from University of Nevada Press. His literary work has appeared in a number of anthologies, and his poetry has been published in a variety of journals, including Interim, Twyckenham Notes, The Maynard, The Curator, Two Hawks Quarterly, Tempered Runes Press, bee house journal, and Hawaii Pacific Review. He is a winner of an Oregon Opportunity Grant and an Omnidawn Publishing Workshop Scholarship. He currently lives in Oregon.
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