Feet and Sunflowers by Glen Armstrong

FEET AND SUNFLOWERS


The breeze smells like feet and sun-
flowers.

We will never find the pieces.

We have been losing faith
and watching Clan of the Cave Bear,

and I’m afraid

that our lack of progress
is being witnessed by a deity

as distracted as are we.


MACY’S SIGN


I declare myself commandant
of all you desire.

I scream to the top
of the mega-mall: America

no longer is.
A nation fulfilled 

in every way.
The moon winks through 

the skylight, 
and the wishing fountain swells 

with delicious blue crabs. 
You desire an end

of declaration and command.
The Japanese loosely 

translate what happens next
as: two birds 

from beyond nest happily
in a Macy’s sign.

Glen Armstrong

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Glen Armstrong teaches at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan

Glen Armstrong

Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits Cruel Garters, a poetry journal and has two new chapbooks: Simpler Times and Staring Down Miracles. His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit, and Cream City Review.

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