FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: POINTS AND LINES Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words point and/or line, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on November 17th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Points and Lines will be published online and will be invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, November 18th between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Wednesday, November 15, 2023

Don Kingfisher Campbell

Vista Point


Pan down from vast

Baby blue sky

 

Low horizontal clouds

Over brown haze

 

Outside one can make out

Downtown skyscrapers

 

Come closer and see

Colorado Boulevard buildings

 

Looking like a village

Surrounded by trees

 

Just below the foothills

Houses, backyards, pools

 

Matchbox cars parked

On the gray veins

 

Wooden telephone poles

Veer away from hills

 

On the dusty trail

Groups of morning walkers

 

Sweaty steady runners

Water bottle equipped hikers

 

Wear wide brimmed

Earth-colored hats 

 

A father carries young

Son on his shoulders

 

White bearded man leans

On a crooked cane past

 

Agave cacti, shrub roots

Run alongside cliffs

 

Hybrid butterflies dance

Around purple thistle

 

Bee flies dart into/

Out yellow mustard

 

Spot a long spotted

Lizard in the brush

 

An empty Capri Sun

Packet on the path 

 

Clear plastic sandwich

Bag at the edge 

 

Torn portion of 500 count

Bath tissue farther away

 

Cobalt beer can rests

Amidst the bushes



 

Head Lines

 

The Egyptian Army

dissolved parliament

without me


Arcade Fire

won a Grammy

without me


Governor Brown considered

a Supreme Court appointment

without me


The Lakers lost

to the Magic

without me


(but I was watching

from a bar

in Montecito)


Poets performed

in Pasadena

with me


(only I don’t see

that in the newspaper

for some reason)


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