Rubino del Sur


The future so many hours hence
each city illumines stone,
the loam led looks, wind tethered sail
bones underarm.
You know these questions
back the reaching field
to breathing in or out
dry grass, ground.
You must be mortal my heifer
to hide in kilns you know.
Sleep prevented no mind,
Get out of Gilead.

Dr. Ruben del Sur is a professor of dentistry. His friends call him Rubicon.