
Driving Through Wyoming, Listening to the Radio by Sophie Klahr
Burrs, creeks, elms…. here are some more things I like:
the words antidote and thistle. Embers.
Each pillaged and blown-out motel along
state roads. How someone in a parking lot
asks how much I want for the faded globe
in my passenger seat. The world, I say.
How it seems the town where a young man was
crucified all those years ago became
gentle. The idea of deep time is
that we keep nothing, it just is what it
is. It is what it is—this too I like.
The friar’s idea of The One Sadness.
God shed America—the boy being
dragged, naked: the body all our bodies.
Sophie Klahr is the author of Meet Me Here At Dawn (YesYes Books, 2016) and the chapbook _____ Versus Recovery (Pilot Books, 2007). Her poetry appears in The New Yorker, American Poetry Review, Ploughshares, AGNI, and other publications. She lives mostly in California and Nebraska.
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