Poet’s Showcase
The Rain, Part 2
By Matthew W. Schmeer
The broken down Ford
Sinks in its rust.
Weeds do not break it.
Then the swallows arrive,
With their five-fingered feathers
And beaks of tin.
Sometimes I can hear them,
Beating the air against the
Barn’s broadside, the straw
Muffling the echoes.
Yesterday, the ground gave way
In the south twenty, and the
Grass is too green
For September.
– Matthew Schmeer edits the online journal Poetry Midwest and is assistant professor of English at Johnson County Community College. Submit your poetry via e-mail with a subject line of Poet’s Showcase to mpaget@ljworld.com or send typewritten (not handwritten) submissions to Mindie Paget, 645 N.H., Lawrence 66044, attn: Poet’s Showcase.