|Autumn Sky Poetry - Number 4|
|No Place Like
Don’t say that my heart is the moon;
satellite, pulled. My heart isn’t that sharp curve,
My heart is not that hole when the moon
it does not call to wolves or signal harvest.
My heart is a brick. My heart is a tornado,
a house apart. Don’t you get it? My love is oil
is the red field that lulls. My love is heels. My love
Laurel K. Dodge
Laurel K. Dodge lives and writes in northeast Ohio.
© 2006 Laurel K. Dodge