For Frank Stanford
Is that the way it is
three stars from a .32 burning
right down your boulevard
spray paint sizzling
into Styrofoam
what would you
ask of us
why
did we need to know your hair
isn’t so different than blue jay feathers
curling in flames
I would have loved to touch
your elbow
as those ten fingers full of gibbous moons
clacked the keys on to the end
of the line
did you hear the air crack open
parcels washing up against the white
or did forever begin
with the guy barb-wired
to a makeshift mast afloat on the Mississippi
Photo Credit: Mhy via Creative Commons
About the author
Mick Kennedy teaches creative writing, composition and literature at Elizabethtown Community and Technical College in Elizabethtown, KY where he founded and is editor of The Heartland Review. In 2016, he began The Heartland Review Press.
His poetry has appeared in New Southerner, Iron Horse Literary Review, War, Literature & the Arts, The Louisville Review, Pikeville Review, Cut-Thru Review, Willow Review, Indiana English, Pegasus, Mid-West Poetry Review, Old City Cool, decomP, Skylark, PoetryRepairs.com, Windless Orchard, IUS Review, Poets Pen Quarterly, and Reaching the Summit.
