- False Spring, and: Elephants
False Spring
In certain northern cities,
that ting of unexpected thaw,cool pavement, airearthen, diaphanous,
caught up in curtains;something open and unattached—
palmful of dirt, sky
not cloudy or clearbut geometric, a math of sprungwindows, starlings
inked on rooflines, snowsoftening black wireas I walk,
long nights behind. [End Page 97]
Elephants
Like sleeping elephants,rocks crowd each otheron a hill in Pennsylvania.
Incongruous I admit,
but then just yesterday I sawlight on Purman Runso broad and pure,
three neighborhood roughsleft their clothes by a rootand walked barefoot
on a gilded pitch of water.
When the light turned I lost them,jittery with laughterin cool banks of shadows.
The rocks on a hill in Pennsylvaniamay not be sacred.They may not be rocks
said to groan by moonlight.
But they rise, dust curlingat their feet, to speakfor what goes unspoken
and mourn a distant land. [End Page 98]
Martin Cockroft's recent poems appear or are forthcoming in Anon, Beloit Poetry Journal and Connotation Press. He teaches at Waynesburg University.