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Two poems by Alan Perry


Traveling Water



Near Newfoundland’s coast

humpbacks explode from water,

skybound missiles in pirouettes


off the bow of a fishing boat,

then splats of belly flops

in front of a girl spying them


mouth agape, eyes like huge buttons

at a sea show, curious as the whales

in wonderment of each other.


But here I sit, no water in sight

as trees bend to the wishes

of wind that directs their boughs


branches outstretched, and trunks

lean in late summer green.

Nothing will burst from this ground


no giant voles to spin arabesques

in my yard, or shred grass

as they dance toward autumn.


I watch my daughter laugh as she

soars on her swingset,

and I imagine cumulus clouds


as they drift east northeast

will carry my awe, linger

over a boat in Conception Bay


as a father tells his daughter

to turn his way

look for signs of water


parting, the next miracle

to emerge.





Descent



From a drone’s view, a watercolor print--

shades of blue lean toward shore


as if nudged by undercurrents.

White foam borders urgent water


folding from the sea to the land

it wants to own--thicker


then thinner where sand recedes.

Beaches tan themselves, giving up


water to evaporation and sun.

And above it all, dots of pinkish hue


soar in loose formation, appearing

translucent to land and shore below--


flamingos drift en masse, wings

expand as legs rudder their course.


A picture forms with pin-like precision

groups birds in ever-changing borders


touches each avian point with the care

of a mother moving her children


closer together, even as they fly

into sunsets of vanishing coral.






Alan Perry’s debut poetry chapbook, Clerk of the Dead , was published by Main Street Rag Publishing in 2020. His poems have appeared in Tahoma Literary Review, Heron Tree, Open: Journal of Arts & Letters , Gyroscope Review, and elsewhere, and in several anthologies. He is a Senior Poetry Editor for Typehouse Literary Magazine and was nominated for Best of the Net. Alan holds a BA in English from the University of Minnesota, and he and his wife divide their time between Minneapolis, Minnesota and Tucson, Arizona. More at: AlanPerryPoetry.com


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