The music pursues
toads over rotting logs
and vast forests of mushrooms
The train waits there
for seven hours
No one knows why
Finally a sailor
gets up from his seat
and tracks down the conductor
Something about a bridge
Something about
a missing rail
Golden Hour
Suddenly it is one o'clock. Where
do we go? The sun follows us everywhere.
What if we could follow the sun?
At 6 pm, late September, it is
the golden hour: everything is
silhouetted in a haze of gold.
What if we could always follow
the sun, the golden hour, and be
bathed in gossamer dream light?
Oboe Solo
The snake wanders
through the garden
with an apple in his mouth.
Everything is beautiful.
The succulent leaves
have a pulse and blood
bright as the sun.
Bionote
Rustin Larson's writing appears in the anthologies Wild Gods (New Rivers Press, 2021) and Wapsipinicon Almanac: Selections from Thirty Years (University of Iowa Press, 2023). His poems have appeared in The New Yorker, The Iowa Review, Puerto Del Sol, The Penn Review, North American Review, and Poetry East. His latest collection is Russian Lullaby for Brother Donkey (Alien Buddha Press, 2024)..
Golden Hour
Suddenly it is one o'clock. Where
do we go? The sun follows us everywhere.
What if we could follow the sun?
At 6 pm, late September, it is
the golden hour: everything is
silhouetted in a haze of gold.
What if we could always follow
the sun, the golden hour, and be
bathed in gossamer dream light?
Oboe Solo
The snake wanders
through the garden
with an apple in his mouth.
Everything is beautiful.
The succulent leaves
have a pulse and blood
bright as the sun.
Bionote
Rustin Larson's writing appears in the anthologies Wild Gods (New Rivers Press, 2021) and Wapsipinicon Almanac: Selections from Thirty Years (University of Iowa Press, 2023). His poems have appeared in The New Yorker, The Iowa Review, Puerto Del Sol, The Penn Review, North American Review, and Poetry East. His latest collection is Russian Lullaby for Brother Donkey (Alien Buddha Press, 2024)..
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