Born Late

A block of soap
carved to look like Pan

and that's just what came in the mail

a volcano under those flip flops

kisses spilling off the water-wheel

Green becomes a stillness leftover in the late-born effluence
of a decade's worth of smoke and flat beer

(I can't get any air)

because there was no acoustic guitar

just dust scraped off an anxious moth's wings

From The Nervous Filaments by David Dodd Lee. Copyright © 2010 by David Dodd Lee. Used by permission of Four Way Books. All rights reserved.