Treasure Island

James Arlington Wright

(13 December 1927 – 25 March 1980 / Ohio)

Fear Is What Quickens Me


1

Many animals that our fathers killed in America
Had quick eyes.
They stared about wildly,
When the moon went dark.
The new moon falls into the freight yards
Of cities in the south,
But the loss of the moon to the dark hands of Chicago
Does not matter to the deer
In this northern field.


2

What is that tall woman doing
There, in the trees?
I can hear rabbits and mourning dovees whispering together
In the dark grass, there
Under the trees.


3

I look about wildly.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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