arrives at night sometimes earlier
but this song arrives alone balanced
at the peak of its jump it is its
own company smoking strange
indigenous stuff it is its own
bridled beast its own keeper
approaching the gray almost
imaginary mountains in the sudden
six a.m. whisper it knows
it rides through its own smoke
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's poems have appeared recently or are forthcoming in publications such as 32 Poems, New Orleans Review, Parnassus, Ploughshares, The Threepenny Review, and Witness. He grew up in Los Angeles and works in book production in New York City.
We’ve published seven more poems by Homolka: “Hooky,” “Vertigo,” “Rubato,” “resignation,” “golden gate park,” “Fairground II,” and “Orchard Street.”
