Adam J Gellings

Two Poems after Sabine Weiss

Snow banks & a swift kick that cracks the mist. Your legs are like odd strangers. Spires, singed black, bombed & barren.   

Did you break yourself free from the Cirque d'Hiver to furlough in this field? Now you've straddled both worlds

& still there is nothing.

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With the gale of grunts the clack of teeth
a gait the length of a shadow under a tiny splash or sip of sun
the boy whips me with a grin [or growl] beneath his gums
because he wants to believe     I am the spiraling stag
ridden unsaddled through the streets
as evening begins
to light the first lanterns.

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Adam J Gellings is a poet & instructor from Columbus, Ohio. His previous work has appeared in DIALOGIST, The Louisville Review, Willow Springs & elsewhere.