Dennis Finnell poem: ‘To sit down on a tree stump’
to rest your elbows
on your knees
your chin in your hands
A river must go away
once
A stray dog never does
You point your face
at what
upstream given off
turning before
your eyes
turn to the most
sullen god
a 40 watt-bulb behind
a blanket
When the moon’s
over
a dog on an island
looks up even as you dream
old enemy
giving you
a doubloon
To live on a stump
the light
moving like silk rustling
Say nothing say nothing
back home
you look across
a white farmhouse is standing
the necessary strangers
You’re all aglow say nothing
— Dennis Finnell
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