A Play in Three Acts
by Eugene Stevenson
One: Often you have been leaving,
I have been left, two horses in
different forms, eating their way,
farther away with oats & gasoline.
Two: Sea anchor in hand, adrift,
wooden prairie schooner with sail,
minute seedpod for some discovery,
with new eyes, a prosperous turn.
Three: Months the division more proper
than years. Harness legs & hands to stars
& moon, let the sun pull the wired brain.
Share the long illusion, as long as it lasts.
Eugene Stevenson is the son of immigrants, the father of expatriates, & lives in the mountains of western North Carolina. His chapbook, The Population of Dreams, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. His poems have appeared in After Hours Journal, The Hudson Review, Loch Raven Review, South Florida Poetry Journal, & The Vassar Review among others.
