Poetry
by Bruce Nelson
Leaving Alpine
Testosterone crunches under our tires
As we drive small in this very muscular land.
What Herculean weights have been lifted here.
What Vulcan strength butted then jerked and raised up.
The earth’s body builders hold their poses
Poised and proud, bronzed by the sun.
We snap our pictures and admire
As we drive back to the maidenly hills of Austin.
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Cenizo
Second Quarter 2011
Standing and staring and figurin’ in West Texas
I'm calculatin’ I can run as far as I can see
In 68 minutes with a little left over.
But, on account of the cacti
And other thorny things –
I’m addin’ 5 more minutes.
Pyrrhic Victory
The mountains tore off the bottom of the sky.
You can still see the disfigured horizon.
A border struggle won through convulsive defiance,
Open rebellion to the sky’s law of gravity,
Shredding its clouds, blocking its light.
But the sky, unperturbed, has its enforcers.
It scoffs at suddenness, showy outbursts –
Taking
its
time
All will be put back in place.