The Sky Is Shooting Blue Arrows: Poems
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In this new book Glenna Luschei’s poems take her and her readers around the world, including to Tunisia and Colombia, but in the end they return to center on the American West, where her heart lies. Celebrating life, travel, aging, and nature, this new book shines with Luschei’s view of the world.
Glenna Luschei
Glenna Luschei is the author of more than twenty-five books, including The Sky Is Shooting Blue Arrows: Poems (UNM Press), and she is the founder and publisher of Solo Press. She lives in San Luis Obispo, California.
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The Sky Is Shooting Blue Arrows - Glenna Luschei
PART I
The Hunters
Startled to Wake
I smell my grandfather’s coffee
and hear the hog futures
on the radio.
I smell the mash
grandmother spread
for the chickens.
It’s nearly time to help
her gather the eggs.
It’s nearly time to walk
with grandfather
to the post office.
We open the box for letters,
unsettle the hen for chicks.
Now it’s time for me
to write letters
to marry to bear
my own children.
It’s autumn now.
Amazing to wake
still on this rapturous plane.
Not yet winter.
The Hunters
Sun
crackles over the cottonwood.
The barrel of the rifle
blinds the quail.
Hide from the desert.
Hide in the volcano.
The sky is shooting blue arrows.
Within the arch
we shriek farewell.
Obsidian
obsidian.
Jane over Mountainous Terrain
Thunder out of the Blue
Ridge! Safe in your den we leaned into
the irresistible lightning.
After Stilton, we pressed you
for one last journey:
Greyhound through the South Dakota Badlands,
staking out the New York City bookstore.
You panned for the choice adventure.
Yes! The widowed Victorian invalid
who rode horseback
over the Rockies in sheer aspen light,
boot deep in snow. The black veil over her hat
kept the glare from blinding her.
We see you in a canter, healed
from the pneumonia
that grabbed you in the winter,
cured from weeping tumors that stole
your voice. You are hollering now to the canyons.
Freeee!
At dawn you saddle up.
The martingale’s cracked with ice,
but the Appaloosa takes the bit.
You leave behind the corpse at the farmhouse
waiting for burial, and gallop.
Green Parrots
My stepdaughter lives near the green
parrots’ roost
high in the eucalyptus.
We crane our necks to catch a glimpse.
Never see, hear them.
She said they fly the coop to join a flock.
Illusion of family.
My stepdaughter weaves on a loom.
Reminds me:
when my hair was waist
long friends braided me into a macramé wall
hanging.
I didn’t belong there.
That doesn’t mean green parrots don’t exist.
On our trajectory North
her father and I searched out the aurora
borealis, never saw it.
Eskimos called the light
Demon searching out lost souls.
Passing through Sleep
Your voices splash
the mountain of my