portion of the artwork for Sam Rasnake's poetry

Unassuming Almost Sonnet, Spring 2020
Sam Rasnake
—listening to Roebuck Staples

The asparagus fern on the porch post

explains what the wind is saying

There is never one Ozymandias

There are shadows And I should

know it by now Shadows that

never leave the path They rise

Miserable fists pumping the air

They follow They point They poke

murmur murmur murmur They

blot out the way home and I’m

lost again But I’ve made up my

keeps telling me walk walk

walk There is a bed There’s a roof

in the cold rain There is a table

and words to keep me full

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 56 | Fall/Winter 2020