The silk-spring moments,
webs of garden gossamer
spun out even over desert
unveiling its mean-street-selves
not just in meme and metaphor,
bully pulpit social rant and rave,
but in upload blooms that bloom
and shine outrageously, sometimes,
in wind and sand, monsoon and drought,
in more than upshot, horny green,
endless ecru, without knowing how or why
birthed beneath roughage, Hogweed,
ever more toxic Oleander, that other,
creosote gold, subtle ocotillo blush,
azure-blue aster, and, like us despite
life’s irrational vicissitudes, adversity
and despair, death with or without an again,
sprung from the same inchoate force,
God’s, Nature’s, or Swansea’s poet’s art
that drives all our green age, wintry fever.
About the Author
GTimothy Gordon divides lives between New Mexico/Texas borderland Chihuahuan Desert Southwest Organ Mountains and Asia.
Dream Wind was published 2020 (Spirit-of-the-Ram), Ground of this Blue Earth (Mellen), while Everything Speaking Chinese was awarded RiverStone Book Prize.
Work appears in Agni, Cincinnati Review, Mississippi Review, New York Quarterly, Rhino, Texas Observer, among others, several nominated for Pushcarts and Best of the Net. Recent books include Empty (2024), Blue Business (2025), and Knowing, forthcoming 2026. (58)
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