The concrete, the rods and chains,
the loopy lines were easy, from
the canopy you knew what
you loved and how to get it.
You didn’t care you’d only go
in circles, that you’d skim
the fountain, that the magnificent
teeth in the cogs might crack.
You shifted the control knob
for height and reeled in the pleasure
of taking something so large,
so earthbound as a pachyderm,
beyond the normal rules, above
your brothers, your mother, until
against me you undid the leather
belt and kept driving up and away.
Jared Pearce
Jared Pearce’s books include Down Their Spears (Cyberwit, 2021) and The Annotated Murder of One (Aubade, 2018). Further: https://jaredpearcepoetry.weebly.com. He lives in Iowa.
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