Tom Sheehan
LATE NIGHT GUITAR
I hear an odd wire vibrate
against a dark red wood.
It ripples along, hoarse,
talks a mountain to pieces.
All Iberia is elaborate
in string and lath;
peninsula of high heels,
ribbons dancing on the mane,
black hats horse-parading,
friar’s lantern honing swords.
A later moon of Pico de Aneto
dies in the dust of olive trees.
A forlorn SAC bomber, tailed,
falcons its way home silently.
When a bull is born
the earth shakes twice,
and an odd wire vibrates
against a darker red wood.
Date of Birth: 3/5/28 Location: Saugus, Massachusettes Email: tomsheehan@mediaone.net Website: http://people.ne.mediaone.net/tomsheehan/default.htm Publications: Eastoftheweb, 3amMagazine, Electric Acorn, New Works Review, Aileron, Kota Review, Eclectica, Paumanok Review, Comrades, Cutbank, Tar River, Fan, Stirring V3:E7, V3:E8, etc. Books: The Saugus Book, Ah, Devon Unbowed, and Reflections from Vinegar Hill. Other: Co-editor "A Gathering of Memories, Saugus 1900-2000"
