A Poem in Chrome

New poetry in The Crank #13

A Poem in Chrome

for Allison Boyd

The black text on white, right now seen scrolling in smalltime

Wordpress online litjournal’s instantly connect’d me here into

quiet sunny summerdays in Kansas, Missouri, middlewestern

America in handfitting whole: the dim kitchen’d views of

1970s 80s of our own youthful pasts and avocado green goldenrod

yellow and into the new, the fields laid out empty right there,

the sunbeat sidewalks, pure skies, and blue—and coffee percolate’d

and grapevine canopies backyard greenrolling lumpygrass hilly in

air, white-picketing fencelines, sprinkler days in some sunshine

Saturdays, the red-white-and-blue sennit hats for July, the long streets

of tall hundred-year-old homes, the cars slushingly silentrunning

on softroaded ways, the secret lockings of lives, of so many

unseens and unknowns, the public libraries aglimmer’d in

monumental air-condition’ding clean, the dark brick of the

hardwall outside it, the starlit nights of comets and clean white

dusktrails seen of shot stars like more milkdrop’d magic, symphonic

cowbells and lasso’d dream bedtime’s again sleepy, and forever

young somehow to be thirty inside it all falling forever, a

lifetime ago, it’s coming, i know

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This poem first appeared in The Crank, issue 13, January 2025.