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Regarding the Coming of Man-Poem by John Grey
Threshold-Poem by Kenneth P. Gurney
Word Salad With Ranch-Poem by Kenneth P. Gurney
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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

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Art by Ann Marie Rhiel 2017

Threshold

 

by Kenneth P. Gurney

 

 

When you roll out from

under snow geese

the bed goes wild

and sprouts thick green grass

and a stalk of milkweed

for a hungry monarch.

 

When you open birds

the sky feasts upon your praying hands

and November rounds its corners.

 

All your shoes lap almond milk

with their dangling tongues

and hang out by the dog door

to catch the raccoons

in the act of entering—

which is not a crime if they break nothing.

 

You tabulated the roses

with some all-knowing algorithm

that perceives the exact number of bees in flight

at any instant.

 

When you return to the snow geese

the bed goes winter dormant

as I continue our conversation

on the awake side of sleep

and you snore just past the threshold.

 

 

 

Kenneth P. Gurney lives in Albuquerque, NM, USA with his beloved Dianne.  He edits the poetry blog Watermelon Isotope at watermelonisotope.com. His latest poetry book is Stump Speech. His personal website is at kpgurney.me.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2017