While eating at a diner just north
of Shreveport,
the world ended.
I hadn’t even gotten
my cherry pie yet.
A drizzly day, clouds
had many vacancies.
I’d like to remember Earth
at seventy-five degrees,
an abundance of Winston Churchill
fuchsias blooming
in a window box
held to a wooden garage.
Instead,
a confused moon mourns
tides it can no longer turn.
Kenneth Pobo had a book of ekphrastic poems published in 2017 by Circling Rivers called Loplop in a Red City. Forthcoming from Clare Songbirds Publishing House is a book of his prose poems called The Antlantis Hit Parade. Check out Ink Pantry, Brittle Star, and West Texas Literary Review to find more of his work.
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