apple road

(my 2nd favorite poem from this book)

octopus’s garden

no one has seen the octopus
in sometime and
peering through the murky
brewing underworld
of mud and poison and oil
we see the old bone yard
skeletal remains of old feasts
and bloated half eaten fish
that nothing will touch

it looks there may
have been a struggle


(from apple road) Copyright 2014 by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers, Cherry Publications.