parts and pieces of poems (or my mid term for my poetry class)

This is the way the river once flowed

This is the vigil by the river.

This is the unfinished tunnel entrance.

This is the newspaper clippings of the flood.

This is where the boy’s father dove in.

This is a box of waterlogged incomes tax receipts from 1972.

This is picture of a baseball field completely underwater. 

This is where they found the boy’s body.  

Rain hits snow mounds to

create corral, to scoop in your

hand that you can’t even feel

beneath cloth or cotton that is

falling from the sky. 

Elephant ears floating as lily pads

tusks rising as fins, the safari,

the ocean one. 

The mile long train’s broken English call

The mannequin hangs with its fingers cut off

sweet clementine eyes

The trees had the blood sucked out of them

but the whoosh

                        of a saw being bent

is the  sound of summer

                        and the song lacks la la’s