house on fire

by Rob Plath / September 29th, 2019

she says
yr poems
are beautiful
but so sad
can’t a dragon
come rescue
the person
at the end?
And i want to sit
And tell her about
2,000 nights
when i folded
my broken hands
together
praying for
great green wings
to flap over
my boyhood roof
and benevolent claws
to tear it off
but all i got
was a house
on fire

Rob Plath, contrary to popular belief, is not yet under the jurisdiction of the worms. His latest book of poems Batter the Keyboard Like a Raptor Is Behind Yr Back is available from Laughing Ronin Press. See more of his work at: www.robplath.com. Read other articles by Rob.

This article was posted on Sunday, September 29th, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.