shot glass
title
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Larry Schug


Page 1 | 2 | 3

An Old Barbed Wire Fence

having lost its twang,
thunks when plucked like the bass string
of a broken down bajo sexto,
too long forgotten in the attic.
Barely audible to the human ear,
you hear it more with your bones,
your gut, finally your heart
chanting Ommm in the monastery of your body.
Wind, browsing on the stubble of over-grazed prairie,
gone to sand and cholla and prickly pear,
claims the song as its own,
often singing it in the lowing of an old heifer
calling to its new-born calf,
warning of yodeling coyotes,
always hungry.