In
My Bones
Robert
M. Kennedy
I
know I’m home
In
these moonchilled woods.
I’ve
seen the white coast of the Gulf, bleached so bright
It
hurt my eyes. There’s nowhere to go
Once
you get there. So here I’ll stay, at least
‘Til
the bluegill play out in Payne’s Creek.
A
cloak of foxgrape covers the barbed wire
Down
by the cattlegap gate.
Untethered,
My
old horse grazes.
***
Robert
Morris Kennedy is a Florida native, and night city editor
in Tampa for the St. Petersburg Times. His poetry and fiction
have appeared in The Berkeley Monthly, The Tampa Review,
Willow Review, Freefall, Samisdat, City
Miner, Avatar Review and Blue Collar Review,
and his poems have been accepted for upcoming editions of Penwood
Review and Hidden Oak.
©
Robert M. Kennedy