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Richard King Perkins II

2 Poems

An Astounding Perimeter

It’s not a dream

but a slightly bygone world

covered in frozen mist.

 

Sparrows alight on the small shoreline

of an astounding perimeter—

a sanctum whispering in white.

 

I study the icebound bracken and reeds,

gazing past the embankment

to this vacancy of snow where your car once slept.

 

In the old meeting place, I still look for you—

where our conversations spilled upon gentle light;

simple confessions of twigs and soul.

 

But we’re left with only a few desperate sentences;

having spoken of things to deny or embrace,

the evergreen ghosts of our endless north country.

 

Now you’re stranded on a bridge in St. Louis

with no money and no credit cards

and your passenger side window broken out.

 

I’m in the bristling pines laced ivory

where someone once wrote a song about you;

how your eyes extinguished sensibility,

how your eyes painted light into every corner of darkness.

 

Can you recall how desperately we believed

that the return of robins and sharp shadows

could change everything;

that crocuses would ignite life in themselves?

Issue One

          August 2016

The Collector of Sunshine

With a stir of honey and cinnamon,

the tiny girl hands a small clump of yellow

to the woman sitting on a park bench. Smiling. Lisping.

 

Looking upward toward another existence—

it seems possible no hour will be like this again.

The woman thanks her and asks

why she’s receiving this small corsage of grace.

 

Because I’m your hero

and you’re my beautiful princess.

 

The afternoon slowly blinks clouds;

blending earth, air, to dusk—

and like so many simple revelations

the status of dandelions transcends that of all other flowers.

 

This is their togetherness— a sonal refrain, a supple esplanade;

seen as an infinite pulling back

to reveal that meeting in heaven

is a way of saying

please remember me

when the bouquet is faded and gone.

Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a threetime Pushcart nominee and a Best of the Net nominee. Writing for six years, his work has appeared in more than a thousand publications including The Louisiana Review, Bluestem, Emrys Journal, Sierra Nevada Review, Roanoke Review, The Red Cedar Review and The William and Mary Review. He has poems forthcoming in Hawai’i Review, Sugar House Review, Plainsongs, Free State Review and Texas Review.