My Moses

By Wendy Videlock b. 1961 Wendy Videlock
Big Jack and his walking stick
live on the ridge. Navajo
orphan kids dance for him,
bobcat urine’s in the weeds,
the shotgun barrel's up his sleeve,   
a Persian coin is on the wind.   
The Chinese Mountains smell the moon
and arch their backs. I tell him, Jack,
there’s times I wish I was living in
canvas France, the old west,
a picture book, the Sea of
Tranquility, or even in   
the den near the hot spring.
He says, kid, to hell with

phantom limbs; spring is a verb,
a wish is a wash, a walking stick   
is a gottdam wing.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2008).

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This poem originally appeared in the July/August 2008 issue of Poetry magazine

July/August 2008
 Wendy  Videlock

Biography

Wendy Videlock is the author of the chapbook What’s That Supposed to Mean (2010) and the full-length collections The Dark Gnu and Other Poems 7 (2013) and Nevertheless (2011). Known for poems that evoke myth, fairy tale, and the natural world, Videlock has also received praise for her deft command of meter. In an interview with the Colorado Poets Center, Videlock noted that, for her “the iamb is really just another of the many . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Relationships, Activities, Travels & Journeys, Nature, Winter

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

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