Mark Fleury- A Poem

Cows Waiting for UFOs

   1.

The yellow farmhouse

Window's green being

Has diamond intestines

In the falling snowflakes'

Crystals. The Ship hovers

In the ice at the fencepost 

And ground, and crackles in its 

Electric, buzzing wires

Bordering the field. The fence

Is a fast talker, the chatter

Flicks the tails and illuminates

The eyes of carp

Beneath a nearby frozen pond. 

   2.

The vast potential in between 

The past-consuming inhale and an 

Open-hearted exhale includes 

Seeds for a New Earth, wheeled

In the palm of a hand from the 

Solar Ship's Doorway.

My brain is saturated

With alchemical mind gold

That's ready to take the shape 

Of an Eye that unifies separateness.

An open-ended sentence. 

Mark Fleury lives in St. Paul Minnesota. His 4th book of poems, The Precious Surreal Door Opened, will be published this spring by Medulla Review Publishing.