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Alan Michael Parker is the author of nine books, including The Ladder (Tupelo Press, 2016). He is the Houchens Professor of English at Davidson College and also teaches at the University of Tampa’s low-residency MFA program. He lives in Davidson, North Carolina.

What was he saying and to whom

What was he saying and to whom?
With a silver thermos he left the building;
He paused in the courtyard and turned.
What was he saying and to whom?

The building at dawn not yet a building
Paused the way all buildings do.
What was he saying and to whom?

Time doesn't stop; time doesn't wait;
Time has never moved.
What was he saying and to whom?

If the dog had been sleeping
She would not have awakened,
So small was the moment to lose.
What was he saying and to whom?

What was he saying and to whom?
The courtyard at dawn was the same
As the sky, the sky swept clean by the moon.
What was he saying and to whom?

Good morning, good-bye, I love you, I'll try.
What was he saying and to whom?

From elephants & butterflies by Alan Michael Parker. Copyright © 2008 by Alan Michael Parker. Reprinted by permission of B.O.A. Editions. All rights reserved.

From elephants & butterflies by Alan Michael Parker. Copyright © 2008 by Alan Michael Parker. Reprinted by permission of B.O.A. Editions. All rights reserved.

Alan Michael Parker

Alan Michael Parker

Alan Michael Parker is the author of several books, including The Ladder (Tupelo Press, 2016).

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I love two dogs, even when they’re killing
a baby possum near the columbines,
shaking the varmint
until the death squeal chokes to a gargle,
 
and both dogs stand before the bloody marsupial
nosing it to move,
 
because that’s Nature, right?
(And whom did I just ask whether that was right?)
(And what’s a moral
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When revelation comes, the God of Draperies 
Cannot decide the difference 

Between in and out. 
A patio is out though in a yard, he thinks, 

Nursing his ignorance 
And a mostly gone Tom Collins, 

The sunshine and the cicadas and the loveliness 
Competing for his rage. 

But a car