Originally appeared in Unit Circle #4

There is a white line

and dark grey cotton blue sky

and alongside and outside

the fields whip near

fenceposts by like

fastballs

and grasses burn and shimmer

in stolen golden light

How can I describe to you

a man

a green building with

a phone

strung out here on this string?

A red line draws itself

fast

ant-like

down the length

of the state of California

It's like in one of those old movies


Unit Circle Poetry