The historic heat wave of February 2017 was alive, bleating it hurt in
its progress outside!, nothing sympathetic in the empty overhead
on Lakewood’s coffee fingers; but everyone’s looking for a broader picture!;
knowing a painting is an emotional thing on the Madison sidewalk,
and a photograph is always a drifty photograph; the crossing guards asks, can they find
the dread, the iconic authenticity wandering under the trees, on the concrete bike lanes?;
alone, is there an artist painting out there on Emerson’s gray frontier, or out along
Thoreau’s, impressibility chilling the art; or is there too little time for the butterflies inside
there to find something legitimate, all the time to find the distant song stuck somewhere small,
moving its way in and out like anything does before going away, thinking of coming home;
Carabel to West Clifton’s only a couple of minutes, one quiet to another;
I know traveling to Athens is a trip across many undiscoverable voyages,
running to stop signs miles away under and above blue and white skies, long things,
long things getting anywhere anyways, thoughts looking around.
Matt Morganstern is graduating from Miami University with a degree in Creative Writing this May. He'll be moving back to Lakewood and is looking to enter higher fields of academic literature studies or teaching high school English.
I am graduating from Miami University with a degree in Creative Writing this May. I'll be moving back to Lakewood and looking to enter higher fields of academic literature studies or teaching high school English.