Exploring the Picture Grope through fog, stumbling over red watermelon dreams, a floating in and out of shape... Now I walk on plate glass above brown water, bug feelers and pond grass, cross a big depth of dry yellow crust... Further on, a football helmet lined with red plush: I curl up in it, awake and find crayons, streak contrails on the sky. I see a sun skewered on a cock's comb and a house, maybe a friend's, tilted on the horizon's mound-- in that house I'd like to live. Henry Stimpson This poem first appeared in Beauty/Truth. Henry Stimpson’s poems, essays, humor, and articles have appeared in Cream City Review, Lighten Up Online, Rolling Stone, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Auroean, Common Ground Review, Vol1Brooklyn, Poets & Writers, The Boston Globe, Yankee, New England Ancestors, New England Monthly, Bostonia, Boston Phoenix, Beauty/Truth, Embodied Effigies, The Philadelphia Inquirer, and Ovunque Siamo. He’s been a public relations consultant and freelance writer for many years. Before that, he was a reference librarian, the librarian of a maximum-security prison and a cabdriver. He lives in Massachusetts.
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