The Shadows of Clover

     you have to get in close
     low to the ground with worm’s-eye view

     knees bent & head bowed
     off-center right like the Golden Mean

     so as not to block the arc lamp’s yellow dim &
     there they are: bubbles black like rodent holes

     mouths for pneumatic tunnels
     sucking diminutive messages through the earth

     darkly perfect round & leafless
     speckle & splatter on the old paint

     you feel you could thrust in a finger
     in search of lost rings or to scratch a serpent’s chin

     if only these weren’t so easily erased
     by your gigantic clumsy other you

     smashing silos & outbuildings
     you monstrous destroyer of all worlds


Ace Boggess is the author of two books of poetry, most recently The Prisoners (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2014). His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, River Styx, North Dakota Quarterly, and many other journals. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.
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