The Glowing Adventure
by Robin Wyatt Dunn
no hegemonic reserve
no final marker
no one and everyone
spent on the full valley
rhyming incessantly
pulled by the panther into the night
into our night
my night your night the night we fought:
but no matter
the light comes by the day
and the end, being closer,
grows sweeter,
your face more angry,
the light glowing:
Live at Five
Alive,
the rest of the end of the world,
the best of the least known chests,
skippered lightly under your blouses
& My mouse houses a world
under my bed
Tell me,
Was it you
who whispered ghosts
into my unrest
and blessed
all of my past
without my realizing it?
strange horizons*
we tilt with the rhythm of the hymn
locked boards seizing
thrusting
our ship like an animalcule in rain water
spinning underneath the sun.
BIO
Robin Wyatt Dunn writes and teaches in Los Angeles. He’s online at robindunn.com
*Previously published in 1947 journal.
