A world’s disappearing.
Little street,
You were too narrow,
Too much in the shade already.
You had only one dog,
One lone child.
You hid your biggest mirror,
Your undressed lovers.
Someone carted them off
In an open truck.
They were still naked, travelling
On their sofa
Over a darkening plain,
Some unknown Kansas or Nebraska
With a storm brewing.
The woman opening a red umbrella
In the truck. The boy
And the dog running after them,
As if after a rooster
With its head chopped off.
(Charles Simic)
More Poetry from Charles Simic:
Charles Simic Poems based on Topics: Woman, Dogs, Travelling- Hotel Insomnia (Charles Simic Poems)
- How To Psalmodize (Charles Simic Poems)
- This Morning (Charles Simic Poems)
- Talking To Little Birdies (Charles Simic Poems)
- The Something (Charles Simic Poems)
- The Wooden Toy (Charles Simic Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Woman Poems, Dogs Poems, Travelling PoemsBased on Keywords: chopped, brewing, rooster, undressed, disappearing, kansas, nebraska, carted