Summer Elegy II by Todd Robinson

Summer Elegy II | Todd Robinson

Nebraska’s bare branches
paw at skies full of pointless

blue, mercurial daymoon.
Powerless like me

or my disabled wife
wobbling our broken

palace in cashmere 
and bracken. She wants

to be a florist deep
in daylilies, scatter pages

with green ink, memorize
iterations of birdsong, 

but instead buries her sores
in blankets, paddles Lethe

toward the waterfall we all
fear, rejecting the premise

of a soul but still hoping, 
the way moths burn 

in a lamp’s ziggurat of light.


About the Author:

Todd Robinson’s poems and prose have found the (web)pages of Cortland Review, Prairie Schooner, A Dozen Nothing, North American Review, The Pinch, Sugar House Review, and Hummingbird. He has published two books of poetry, Note at Heart-Rock (Main Street Rag) and Mass for Shut-Ins (Backwaters). He received his Ph.D. from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln and is an Assistant Professor in the Writer’s Workshop at the University of Nebraska-Omaha.