gritty, pocked with footprints
and scraps of litter, marked
by dogs with brown and yellow,
has lost the charm it had
while drifting through the sky
A few piles will persevere ‘till spring
in shaded nooks, under rocks and porches,
hard, sooty, and forlorn.
no one loves you anymore.
About the Poet
Christopher Brooks has been a professional violinist his entire life, grew up in Brooklyn; lived in Spain and the Netherlands, currently lives in Lancaster, PA. His father was a free-lance historian; he grew up in a house filled with books. Rhythm, rhyme, and form are important elements of his work; He tries to avoid the obvious, but rather to entice them out of the material organically. Brooks’ new book Bemused: poems written after dark is available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.