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
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