Summer Song
Distant motorbike resonates like a bullfrog
in the summer dark, a mating call of bars
closing and the steam of recent rain
rising to the reducing horizon
Distant motorbike resonates like a bullfrog
in the summer dark, a mating call of bars
closing and the steam of recent rain
rising to the reducing horizon
Your poetry reduces nothing, Jeff. Thank you.
Thank you Ann. Always great to see you here!
I like the way “bars/closing” and “rains/rising” play off each other in the timing… excellent!
Thanks much, SC–
This poem reads rhythmically very well, it also shows your influence from Japanese writing perhaps. It is tight language with the focus on sound in the first stanza and leading to the steam rising from the roads. Yet we know it is also from the hot mating of the bike riders who leave the bar. So much and so subtle!
Thanks MP for that close reading. If we do our job right there is a lot to read into four lines, right?