Poem by Andrew Alexander Mobbs

December 15, 2023

Rush

7th & Western Blvd., Corvallis, OR
Breathing in this nickel-mist slice
of morning next to the forgotten
boxcar, coal-stained, left to fade on
rust-struck steel. My feet peel
through this spectral intersection,
hydrangea bushes (explosions
of periwinkle globes) shivering in
mist as another sunrise exposes
ravens and crows tiptoeing on
parabolas of telephone wire. One
bird hangs back, her eyes glued
to the UV glow of a DoubleMint
wrapper tangled in track ballast.
She tarries easy with her secret,
flip-folds the paper with geometric
respect. In the stillness, she spots
me: blur of Listerine, rolled sleeves,
swill of salt, draped-over dreams.
She opens her scythe beak, sucks in
the air, shakes the metal cawing
you are running out of time.

About Andrew Alexander Mobbs

Andrew Alexander Mobbs (he/him/his) is the author of Strangers and Pilgrims (Six Gallery Press, 2013). A Pushcart Prize nominee, he is also the co-founder of Nude Bruce Review and a recent graduate of Oregon State University’s MFA program.

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