2 poems

by Rodney Nelson


if I were that astray young man again
I would hold me a talking-to
                         say why
are you in an immemorable town
and looking at dulled paint on a fender
when your work is there to do
       but I would
not have heard me
                          my head believing in
the sky of midday which had to redound
to my travel and in the swaddle of
the heat on me
       and I would only say
do not go down too many ways away
                   over and over
as my car lit out

Flower Garden

a grandmother must have been
weeding and watering there
at the edge of the bee field
and if I went over it
I would expect to see her


but I do not need to find
a face in the hollyhocks
when I remember her way
of tilting the sprinkler can
in July so much better


the work hum of the bees and
their homing one were greeted
with not a sign or a word
because the gardener knew
all had to do together


the air has turned heavier
so doing must have gone on
at the edge of the bee field
and if I went over it
I’d find another weeder


Rodney Nelson's

work began appearing in mainstream journals long ago. See his page in the P&W directory: 
He has lived in various parts of the American West, working as a licensed psychiatric technician and copy editor, and now resides in his native North Dakota. Recently published chapbook and book titles are Metacowboy, Mogollon Picnic, Hill of Better Sleep, Felton Prairie, In Wait, Cross Point Road, Late & Later, The Western Wide, Billy Boy, Ahead of Evening, Winter in Fargo, Hjemkomst, and Canyon.