TIMOTHY O'KEEFE

Trombone Choir

All fall aspires, this

Tinted shard in the sill

Lit and lighting.

Follow the horns that follow

There, they sound toward:

One mind's many, lore

Of the gimlet hour speak

All salience and saltwater, all

Speak the chorister.



Cars go to the mountain, mountains

Wait for their lifting. Like

A wind. The very noise you see.

Now the princedom now the age.

Strewn gaze to glass go down

Gutbucket, marigold, down down...



It calls and calls.

This last ladder, intact.

Pond up from its brass burrow.




32   The Paris-American

Timothy O'Keefe is the author of The Goodbye Town, winner of the 2010 FIELD Poetry Prize. His poems and lyric essays have appeared in The American Poetry Review, Boston Review, Conjunctions, Denver Quarterly, Indiana Review, Seneca Review, The Best American Poetry, and elsewhere. He lives in Athens, Georgia, where he is Assistant Professor of English and Creative Writing at Piedmont College

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