Jon Cone


READING YOSA BUSON (1716-1784)

Moon bathes on crude stairs —                                                         
I lost my feathers long ago 


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The sky is gray                                                                                           
and the mind                                                                            
its dry archipelago  


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I dreamt a small bird visited —                                          	
It opened a wound in my side
			

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After Ezra Pound 

The cat patrols the porch rail at Firenze –                                         
the river flows into the sea 


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After Returning from the Rest Room                                                 
Richard Brautigan Claimed He Saw

On the wet floor beneath the urinal —                                            
a poem by Zen Master Ikkyu 


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Shellfish 

They worried that love would leave their home —                      
that it would stay away forever like lobster


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First Autumn Poem Went Like This

My dear drunk moon hoists her blazing shield   


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In the Tree Outside My Window 

Crow quiets, listens 

	
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Intermezzo    

Meanwhile the guard in the watchtower                                       
ate his barley soup and hard black bread 

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Jon Cone is a Canadian poet who lives in Iowa City. He has books forthcoming from CCCP and Greying Ghost. Last year a collection of plays Jon co-wrote with Rauan Klassnik called An Ice Cream Truck Stalled at the Bottom of the World was published by Inverse Press. http://www.playsinverse.com/catalog/icecream.html

 
 

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