Gary L. McDowell


Aubade

I've been thinking about thinking about God
in my bruises:
psalm me-the congregation
will say nothing-

and language will have won again.

I will die many times before my death.





Aubade

I'm less personal than, say, winter.
If winter summers-

bangs on the drum that makes sugar sweet
and salt swell in mines.

If I could make warmth self-reflexive,
the spiritualist-the weatherman-

that rings a bell with his mind

might storm your covered way with bramble,

or like cymbals have feet, Michigan will winter.

And in the spring, if at the riverbank
there's a fishery,
if shipbuilding and dunescapes.

The sun can but little avail.



Gary L. McDowell isthe poetry editor of Third Coast. His poems have appeared recently or are forthcomingin Colorado Review, Controlled Burn, Copper Nickel, DIAGRAM, New England Review, Ninth Letter, The Pinch, RHINO, Salt Hill, The Southeast Review, and others.He isalso the co-editor, with F. Daniel Rzicznek, of the forthcoming essay and poem anthology, The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Prose Poetry: Contemporary Poets in Discussion and Practice (Rose Metal Press, 2010).He hasbeen nominated several times for a Pushcart Prize andis pursuinghis Ph.D. inAmerican Literatureat Western Michigan University.

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