Lone Star Stories
Speculative Fiction and Poetry
Now, While the Stars are Invisible
by Danny Adams
Spared, my new life started
(last week) when I helped
a cow looking for Jesus
climb back down from a tree—
Bovine thought high vantage point,
Better view of Creation.
Later a cat in flight took down
A hawk by its leg
Who searched the Eightfold Path—
The raptor blinked at my approach,
I bandaged her wound
Before releasing her to her quest.
The changing leaves are rustling all around me
but even in autumn they have no eyes.
In the city: 4-5-6 brick columns
Guarding all the knowledge of the world:
The book-holders can’t read but stand
outside, smoking, lighting tips
of gossip, and puffing down
until they stomp out news
on the sidewalk.
I light a lantern, count the clouds,
change the hawk’s dressing
when she returns, searching backward—-
We sing to each other
Having no idea what the other is saying
except Yarak—ready for the hunt again—
flying in the same direction.
In the field nearby the fence
(barbed wire) is cut raggedly
down the middle, charred grass trampled,
our cow nowhere to be seen
as if lifted away
by Ezekiel’s Wheel.
About the Author:
Some of Danny Adams' work has appeared or
is forthcoming in Weird Tales, Mythic Delirium, Not One Of Us,
Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, Strange Horizons, Illumen,
Star*Line, Scifaikuest, KidVisions, Revolution Science
Fiction, and Abyss & Apex. He just completed The City
Beyond Play, a short novel collaboration with Philip Josť Farmer.
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