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Shawn Bowman, US
 

 

 

 

Cinquain

 

Eminence

 

We claim
certain things are
beneath us and from nine
to five we perform tasks beneath
the birds

 

 

Outside The Shelter

 

The butts
on the sidewalk
form a cross, but only
because they fall in the ready
made cracks.

 

 

Poetry And Equilibrium

 

Fluid
inside your ears
needs time to resettle.
This interval is us feeling
dizzy.

 

 

Hallelujah

 

Sockets,
joints, the more that
I live with my arms in
the air, the more often I am
plugged in

 

 

The nameless

 

pigeon,
who flew into
the window, tries to move
it's head now, as much as any
Agnes

 

 

Craps

 

The first
side of a die
rolls across the living
room They lay down their cash and hold
their breath

 

 

Fitting In

 

The cool
Autumn teaches
me to shiver wet browed
and something about the look of
fever

 

 

Cabernet

 

Wine in
the glass now sits
taller than the wine in
the bottle, perfectly tipping
the scales

 

 

At Age Thirty

 

Sudden
now, my tongue's tip
touches my top front teeth
and I can hear my grandmother
thinking

 

 

Attic

 

Cheap rent
but I'm stuck up
here. The door between us
would open but I leave them be
neath me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Shawn Bowman

 

Shawn Bowman is a lifelong resident of Cleveland, Ohio. His poems have recently appeared in a variety of publications in the U.S. and England. He views the cinquain as the perfect marriage of the sonnet and the haiku, and he believes that the form is capable of developing as rich a tradition. This is Shawn's first appearance in Sketchbook.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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