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(PROSE POETRY)

2 POEMS

​MICHAEL HANNER

​Vespers
 
Evening among stars and blossoms, choosing to pass the early dark here stretching out the fading light. Cabins around a Michigan lake each with some kind of light left on, a kerosene lantern on a dock, a porch light with a halo of white moths leading their sailors home, bringing perhaps a nice walleye cozy in the cooler with the last two cans of Rippling Rock. In the distance the fading gasps of an ancient Evinrude and then its loons all the way down.

Jumping Up Hill
 
This tattoo means Richmond, Virginia the first week of summer. However we are still wondering about naming the new planet, Yeast. A name to unmask the heathens among us. Make pretzels the way god makes them by dialing 00 and then 33 and then the local number. Tell them you love their distinctive counterclockwise hair style. Outside the Douglas firs branches grow in spirals in both summer and winter, but mostly on Arbor Day. Now recalling Coolidge and Hoover one can see where salmonella entered the picture. One can only surmise the Rutherford B. Hayes they spoke of was only a new planet. Call him and ask (he did poorly in spelling)  for a headshot. Remember plastic is still the apex, the peak, the sixth floor walk up. He’ll want to row the boat that leaves at 8 am, forgive him or her as the case dictates.The kid with the clockwise hair said if Jesus was the only begotten son of god then he must have several scraps of white paper of several sizes. But we were talking about Yeast and whether baking powder was as good, this was the view of both Pound and Eliot. Opthamologists always ride on the starboard side of the 8 o’clock boat. It is their way. Tattoos are mostly harmless and can be removed with the Heimlich Maneuver.

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​Michael Hanner is an architect whose poems are found in Nimrod, Southern Humanities Review, Gargoyle, Mudfish, and others. His most recent books are Avenida Uriburu, 2014, October, 2015 and Adriatica, 2016 and a guide book, Le Bugue, Black Périgord & Beyond, 2016. He loves Toni Hanner, sharp scissors, Esterbrook pens, travel, irony, English croquet, French cooking, Argentine tango and photography.

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