by Nick Conrad
Contained all he
needed to know,
that the roadrunner
always escapes,
that the coyote
falls from the sky,
that resurrection
is not redemption,
just repetition,
how the next time,
when fireworks explode
in the beast’s face,
his soot covered shrug
will be mimicked years
later, the joke flat,
the line inept,
while she looks on,
unattainable still.
Nick Conrad’s poems continue to appear in a number of national and international journals, most recently the fall 2014 issues of Orbis (UK), no. 168, and Southern Poetry Review, vol.52, no.2. Recently accepted work will be appearing in Badlands this fall.
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