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Journey to the End of the Night
by M.P. Powers

April 6, 2021 Contributed By: M.P. Powers

A goose flying over the water
Photo by James Wainscoat on Unsplash

       

With a bottle of Belgian beer,

I stand among pigeon feathers

and a choir of darkening leaves,

the murky Landwerkanal

traveling under my feet, choppy

ripples painted with amber

horns and a blotch of floating swan.

I watch it pass into the mists. I watch

the clouds devour a Ferris wheel

and a flying purple goose.

I watch the remaining

fragments of sun fade as night

comes and places a shadow

on me. I am not supposed to be

here. Something happened.

I am standing on the wrong

continent. I have strayed into

the wrong myth. Yet here I am,

half-drunk, heart torn by

butterflies and maenads,

by the glittering pallet knife

of some mad expressionist painter.

In a word, by love. I sit listening

to carnival music being

carried over the waters.


M.P. POWERS lives with one foot in Berlin, Germany, and the other in South Florida, where he rents out construction equipment. He has been published recently in Red Fez, Chiron Review, Slipstream, Neuro Logical, and others. His blog can be found here: https://mppowers.wordpress.com/

Filed Under: Poetry Posted On: April 6, 2021

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