This week’s feature appeared in RE:AL 33.1, Summer/Fall 2008.

still life: sparrow, bb gun

the shot slashed the air fast

as an eyelash, a comet trail

 

certain and thin. out wove

a thread red as the yarn

 

on a knitting needle, a cry

and a tousle of feathers.

 

then the sitting still

for a long time. the boy

 

with his pump-action daisy

he got from his uncle

 

for first communion, is he trying

to remember the patchwork prayer

 

he stuttered through

in syllables? the lord

 

is with–forgive us our—

yea, though I walk.

 

his dog has its nose in the crotch

of a tree, snuffing

 

through duff, while the forest

hangs its commas of leaves.

 

there are questions,

there will be many questions—

 

and there is a bb

beating in the breast of a bird

 

while boy and dog run out

of a forest, topiaries of sunlight

 

exploding around them.

–B.J. Best

 

 

 

 

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