Friday, June 22, 2012

Two Poems by Paul David Adkins

My brother buried it in our yard,
then forgot the spot.
If you find it? — The five bucks inside is yours.
With metal detector and trowel,
I unearthed ten coins,
four cans, one cap.
Dirt piles marred lawn.
Mom snatched me up,
shoved me inside.
I knew it was there --
that safe now cradling dust
and a doily knit from green lace.
Abarelix, bismuth,
leperudin, doxepin –
Such beautiful names
they might be flowers,
releasing seed in streams
they bloom beside.
Glimiperide, esmolol,
riluzole, tygecycline.
They could be hardwood trees,
scientific names for winds
or galaxies.
The things we ponder, fear
as human – clouds
transformed to heads
and hands,
caw of crow
mimicking my mother –
Bob Bob Bob –
branch tapping window
with a black
curled nail.
Paul David Adkins grew up in South Florida and lives in New York.

1 comment:

  1. Nice work. I like the "feeling" in the first, love the wording and imagery in Pharmaceuticals.