By Lauro Palomba
Alongside a country rode unoccupied by progress
ranked deep and wide
a cornfield army
Xerxes might’ve envied
arrayed to march
in morning glory
glinting sunrays
off the helmeted ears
of its boundless prime
awaits its orders
commanded by a goliath oak
from its lowest bough
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s
a scarlet door
peeling, bruised
w i t h i n
s w
q h
u o
a s
r e
e
u p p e r
(once the purview of a pane of glass)
b b
o s
an agitated crow
Lauro Palomba has taught ESL and done stints as a freelance journalist and speechwriter.
