May 14, 2014

Time Somewhere by Rose Mary Boehm

sunflowers in the headlights
giving themselves to the storm,
black clouds leave windmills
inert, the canal heaves and blubs,
its concrete prison aches
under the weight of lust,
last rays on a golden
lower-Rhine wheat field,
black birds cleaning up
before morning, poplars
whisper and bend,
plane trees without leaves,
their naked trunks defenseless.
the rain-men watch,
a secret service of observers
distilled into green,
winter shower leaves
crystals, pearls and red claws,
the sheep are in revolt.
a brown crumpled old
dry leaf perches delicately
on a web of weary branches
promise of another winter.
sand clouds spook a herd
of wild horses, the mad
fall-girl saves crumpled fingers
for when next a time comes
for bells and hosts of pollinators.

German-born UK national, Rose Mary Boehm lives and works in Lima, Peru. Author of two novels and a poetry collection (TANGENTS), her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in many major poetry reviews. 

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