Under the Farm
by David C. Kopaska-Merkel
Brody left Lubbock under a cloud,
(when the weeds tumble through the living room, it is time to go.)
stars gleamed in the sky
clear up to the empty reaches
Sharon glared at him
from the yellowed plastic of the dashboard.
she mouthed Lady Macbeth's speeches
from the play her students would perform
the next month.
windmills brooded from the ridges
that march above the highway,
monitoring his progress
every stunted conifer
shuddered in a spousal wind.
windmills leaned implacably from their posts,
their shining blades grooving
the brittle asphalt.
Brody leaned on the pedal;
Sharon glowered from the sky;
the giant silver fans
whispered their ponderous warning:
the highway drove on ahead.
Copyright © David C. Kopaska-Merkel 2004
Photo Copyright © Eric Marin 2004
About the Author:
David C. Kopaska-Merkel recently immigrated from a parallel universe that differs from this one only in the color of one doorknob in Austin. His experiences as a stranger in this land afford many opportunities for creating genre poetry. Mr. Kopaska-Merkel lives in Tuscaloosa, Alabama with a motley collection of humans and others. He has been in Texas several times and currently has four relatives living there.
Lone Star Stories * Speculative Fiction and Poetry with a Texas Twist * Copyright © 2003-2004