Issue No. 4, Spring 2013

from Pepper the Yard with Light
Matthew Porubsky

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So many
maybes
everything becomes blue.

The guards are like trees,

feathered- together
branches
out holding
to the meadow.

Sing
to limbs old songs,
fashion
harp from sticks, Play

onces again.

The way
eyes look longer.


Matthew Porubsky lives in Topeka, Kansas and works as a freight conductor for the Union Pacific Railroad. He has three collections of poetry, voyeur poems, Fire Mobile (The Pregnancy Sonnets) and forthcoming from Kelsay Books, Ruled by Pluto. His poetry has been featured in RHINO, Quiditty, The Journal (UK), {HOOT} and elimae. Visit mppoetry.com for more info.