The Sun Comes up Quickly, Now

the song, a garbled bag of birds
the trees outside my window are golden
today, i will drive the electrolux all over this place;
taking up the extradited crumbs of children
left in their hunger and haste

in this emptiness i imagine
what could be present
what could be devised
what could be devastated
out of paint and string and palette
as if crave was a word that could be used
for this purpose, then i crave,
if not a person, then a puppy

JC Hopkins is a poet, painter, playwright, novelist, Grammy nominated songwriter and jazz big band leader who lives in a part of Brooklyn known as Windsor Terrace. He curates a monthly poetry reading series for Spoonbill and Sugartown Booksellers called Poetry 99. He is the managing editor of the literary pulp fiction journal Noir Nation and the annual poetry anthology Love Within Love.