Macy’s Sign – 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 Cave of the Clan 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

Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters 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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