a golden shovel including a Dickinson last line (#1114)
Wrecked, I need to be rebuilt:
a new frame, sturdier walls, another
coat of paint. Like every morning.
What to do, what to
say this blazing-hot day, how to be.
I know by evening that I’ll be burned—
rafters tumbling, girders down,
no sirens, no help in sight—again.
Scott Wiggerman is the author of three books of poetry, Leaf and Beak: Sonnets, Presence, and Vegetables and Other Relationships; and the editor of several volumes, including Wingbeats: Exercises & Practice in Poetry, Lifting the Sky: Southwestern Haiku & Haiga, and Bearing the Mask. Recent poems have appeared in Red Earth Review, bosque, shuf, and Yellow Chair Review. He lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Copyright 2017, Scott Wiggerman