Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-nine
Winter 2015
 
South End Dream Song
Caleb Beissert

A far city
whispered on winds
amid the dust


evening opens
diamonds
and drops windows
and corners
lit up like dew

across the cloverleaf
highways
are halos

around the darkened
shops and dim bars
spring appears

only in the parks
and window boxes

stained by a fog
that isn’t really fog

the mountains here
are covered with glass
as morning breaks

the pink shimmer
Lazarus-like reflecting
the rising

a far city
whispered on winds
amid the dust

About Caleb Beissert

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