Josh Moore South Dakota Poet Concrete

Josh Moore Colorado

Hail nails the skin.
Wind stabs the spine,
the mountain stretches,
breath freezes the tongue,
Snow visible on the summits

High-altitude crumbling 
cracked hands claw at dry stone,
Paper thin air
sharp, jagged edges.
Bald Eagles circle overhead

Alpine sky, dry and broken—
no more Earth Day vegetation 
Cherry Creek scrapes the sand
She lifts the bedpan 
Chapped gloss superstar lips
Cocoa fur, stained by cigarette smoke
and the wind carries all,
The Zephyr rolls in 
Grand Central Station
Peaks in background

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