From the archives – Ebony Saguaros — Burgess Needle

Ebony Saguaros

The distant city’s incandescence
blurred a thousand galaxies
from the arroyo that night we made love.
I was confounded by ebony saguaros
that scratched the sky until from behind
the Princess’s silver ball the heavens bled
stars enough to outline your shoulders
against palo verde trees
and calm the nervous field mice.
Love me. . .Love me. . .love me I said
unable to fathom reasons enough
to ever leave that delirium
that place light touches
before it leaves us forever.

from Autumn Sky Poetry 13 — by Burgess Needle

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim

Stand Alone and Wait by Burgess Needle

Stand Alone and Wait

in the city’s darkness I turn
the wheel blindly seeking
signs I know that never appear
my navigator I miss you
cruising tucson’s evening
streets the car wavers slightly
I miss my navigator
I miss the post party chat
the table talk analysis
mostly I miss the directions
keeping me focused
all the way home
when they washed the car
they asked for a scent
I only wanted yours
there’s an old lipstick
in the cup holder
if I put it in water
would it point north
I miss my navigator
your sun glasses remain
I spin and spin and spin
dizzy at my loss
my key’s in the lock
the door only need open
wide enough for one
when I do what I can

by Burgess Needle

Editor’s note: The short lines and missing punctuation illustrate the mental sorrow of the narrator as much as the words do. This is a lovely example of how the form of a poem can contribute to the content of the story.