Fall 2008
Ohio #21
Some mornings I wake up
fabricated, choosing
the wild lines, elbows
to the streets, among
the glass we scattered.
Not even my intention
is exact. Dust upholds
the street & I leave
a two penny penance
for the tar we used.
These stars, our stars,
require no motivation,
so as we ready for
the next dawn, the after
funeral of the day,
we witness a domino
sequence of nothing.
A noise is produced.
Secret Animal
for Ben Rathkamp
Let there be
an un-hunching
of the Northwest;
This repaired/
prepared branch
is for the birds
the light birds,
the heavy birds
too. Secret
animal, there is
a constant wind
from the bay.
Be sure enough
to jump up into
it, and fly away
when it kicks up.
Do not fear the
water, if it turns.
Darren C. Demaree has been published in numerous journals both online and in print. Secret Animal was written for his cousin Ben, who is currently in Bellingham, Washington, either riding his bike or playing drums for the best band in Washington, all creatures of good heart.