David Albracht
seasonal regions

sleep can be autumnal
in its heyday crestfallen
these hayrides never so crisp as
from here to Nantucket
nearly a sea shanty
all land lubber and leafless
after color so advertised
in the pre-daunted wake
stiffening an easterly
as rapid as eye movement
in a seasonal nor’easter
downeasting a crabber
there was an old man from

 

Icarus supposing

if I
should pick my plums
what plummets would I
hiss
in bath water now at sea
warming up the deadpan nursing
my injection
pleased as I may be
soon tossed and treading here
out with the baby by and by
a heart felt listing
ship shape and starboard
             gone flash
                           in the green nighting
             jump in the far off landing
                                            letting go in the lea