You Can Be Captured

Sam Pittman

 

he is to leave a harbor. stashes
of love notes wade with,
follow below. the sands hold. swept

up on armor plates.
these letters breathe bitter
in this glacier. the glacier

is all muscle tightened, gives off
echo material, in private,
off crest material, off bury material

splitting wide where strings are drawn,
too taut to vibrate, to
curl, a flat and drift from margins

as this glacier bellows as
long as it bellows, when
an unwrap spoils

voices, scrawl his name in
twisted waves. the sketch
most frost bound, must fleet
 
 

 
Sam Pittman’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in ditch, Sixfold, and West Wind Review. He writes and teaches in Pittsburgh.