6/4/2020 Poetry by Steve Passey Alexander Rabb CC Here You Are Once you admit that you are afraid you can then start to be brave, so, be afraid. Be afraid together, if you can. It is the beginning of being strong, and then you can stand run live breathe, and maybe even forget. It’s all you can do. Then a Dog Barks, or the Phone Rings Before the dream ends there is this thing, and it sounds like men drowning, drowning where we all give up at once because there is no more room on the boats. We sink beneath the water like men falling through the air. Then a dog barks, or the phone rings “Are you ok?” “I’m doing alright.” “Are you sure?” Well, it’s still out there, day or night, out on the water where the current carries us out of sight of shore, This thing that sounds like drowning. It does not bear repeating, and There isn’t anything else to say So yes, I am sure. I’m doing alright. Fire of the Pleiades I can see even from this distance where someone has made a fire in an old burning barrel in defiance of the law. Sparks from the fire rise, red and elated, to hail their sisters in the Pleiades and I think that no one (No one) should seek the intervention of the law and that there should be fires like this, fires at night where the sparks rise and rise and the luckiest, the bravest, and the most joyful of them all, become new stars. Steve Passey is originally from Southern Alberta. He is the author of the short-story collections "Forty-Five Minutes of Unstoppable Rock" (Tortoise Books, 2017), "Cemetery Blackbirds" (Secret History Books, 2020), the novella "Starseed" (Seventh Terrace), and many other individual things. He is a Pushcart and best of the Net Nominee and is part of the Editorial Collective at The Black Dog Review. Comments are closed.
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