The Abscission Zone: Collected Poems
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Jeffrey DeLotto
Jeffrey DeLotto teaches and has taught writing and British literature at Texas Wesleyan University, Texas Tech University, Irbid University (in Jordan), and the University of Plovdiv in Bulgaria. His poems, essays, and stories have appeared in numerous magazines, journals, and anthologies, and he has published Voices at the Door (the Southwest Poets Series winner), Days of a Chameleon: Collected Poems, and Voices Writ in Sand: Dramatic Monologues and Other Poems, along with his historical novel, A Caddo’s Way, from Lamar University Literary Press. He is also a grower of herbs and vegetables, a sometime goatherd, and skipper on the mutinous family sailboat.
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The Abscission Zone - Jeffrey DeLotto
Copyright © 2021 by Jeffrey DeLotto.
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CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Selves
Smelling salt in an on-shore breeze
Storehouse
Through my eyes
The Eye,
On Seeing a Snakeskin Shed in Hurd Cemetery
On the Point
Soldiers
In the Bathtub
Duco Cement
Islamorada
A Cardinal’s War
Thoughts of Grape Soda and the Keys
As A Boy, Near Lake Lanier
The Ant Lions
Daddy’s dry now
Ebb Tide Quiet
The Old Literature Professor
Iliana, In Southern Bulgaria
On Shaving
The Fourth Sunday of Easter
Glouchester Cathedral
6973
Dupuytren’s Contracture
A Great Blue Heron
Faces
Route 35
In the Parish Churchyard, Westbury-on-Trym, During a New Year
Baby Land
Karankawa
A Trinity Flood
Two Hawks Kindles a Morning Fire
A Voice from the Chapel:
Black Peter
The Wilderness,
Gilbert
Missed, Finally
Gary
A Confederate on the Square
Returning the Colors
Geronimo
Rooster Bridge
A Stripper’s Surgery
A Voice at the Corner Store
Brother Ray
City Pigeons On the Wires
Estelle Turner, Age 94
More Papers
In traction, Basma Hospital:
Rousse
The Singing Road
Ted Renner - at Jerry’s Restaurant
Moncrief Radiation Center
Signs
Clothes in the Road
Dung Beetles
Uncle John
Al-Husn, in Northern Jordan
At the Pond’s Edge
A Moneychanger Outside The Temple,
Away from the Baby
The Coachwhip
Waiting
Eleven weeks along
On Finding a Grey Fox
Going to School
Joint Custody
Lost and Found in Mazatlan
For E.D. Hirsch
A Mockingbird Near Elizabeth Hall,
A Morning in Yorkshire
Near the Suq
William T. Harrison, Thou Eye among the Blind
Cicadas
Places
A Brown Pelican
A Memory Among the Islands
Ephemeral,
A Morning Start,
The Whistle Buoy
Ruined Vessels
Mio-Qua-Coo-Na-Caw (Red Pole)
The Squaw Creek Indian Fight, Glen Rose, 1862
The Ruins of Pella, a Roman City:
St. Archangel Cemetery
The Suq at Irbid
Acoma Pueblo - The Rooster Pull
A Well Dressing—Pilsey, Derbyshire
An Unfortunate Encounter with a Lady
At the Zoo
Another Day
Sandy Lane
Autumn, 1992
The Gathering,
Malachite Beach
Lines
Moving the Herd
A Bright November Day,
Outside An Old Barracks in Fort Worth
The Bat Room
The Sheep Docking
William Blake’s Marker
To a Hornet, on Mowing over the Nest
Simplicities
A Box of Crabs
The First Snow
And I Had Not
Little Man
A Lazy Reach
English Sparrows
A Bee in Early Fall
A Sailboat’s Spiders
Cormorants
Geckoes,
Grackles
Ground Snake
Kin
The Mallards
A Morning’s Peace
Mud Daubers
One April, early
Oh, Sunflower
The Monarchs, on the way back
Yellow Jackets
Three Grackles
Rapture at the EZ Pawn
Abscission zone: "The region at the base of a leaf, flower, fruit, or
other plant part, containing specialized cells that release enzymes
resulting in the separation of that part from the plant body."
Also: "the intentional shedding of a body part, such as the shedding
of a claw, husk or the autonomy of a tail to evade a predator."
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I am grateful to the following for their publication of individual poems in previous versions:
A Confederate on the Square, Columbia, Tennessee,
Descant: Lone Star 2000
A Memory among the Islands,
RiverSedge 8:1 (Fall 1993)
A Moneychanger outside the Temple,
Days of a Chameleon: Collected Poems
A Morning Start, Sage Creek Ranch,
New Texas 2001
A Stripper’s Surgery, Dallas,
New Texas 2000
A Voice from the Chapel, Mission San Antonio de Valero,
Connecticut River Review
An Unfortunate Encounter with a Lady,
Langdon Review of the Arts in Texas (2009)
Iliana, In Southern Bulgaria,
Alacran: A Literary Review 9 (November 1996)
In the Parish Churchyard, Westbury-on-Trym,
CCTE Studies (1992)
Islamorada,
RiverSedge 6:2 (Spring 1992)
Geronimo, Fort Pickens, Pensacola Bay, Florida, July, 1887,
SouthLit.com (June 2006)
Gloucester Cathedral,
Terrapin: A Literary Review 8 (November 1995)
Mio-Qua-Coo-Na-Caw (Red Pole), Village Chief, Shawnee Nation,
Voices at the Door
Moncrief Radiation Center,
A Book of the Year 1991, Poetry Society of Texas
Moving the Herd, he Busenitz Place, Wyoming,
CCTE Studies (September 2007)
On Finding a Grey Fox,
Days of a Chameleon: Collected Poems
On Seeing a Snakeskin Shed in Hurd Cemetery,
Seams: The Cultural Arts Journal (1990)
On Shaving, St. Joseph Peninsula, Florida,
New Texas: A Journal of Literature and Culture
On the Point, Plantation Key, Florida,
Alura Quarterly (Summer 1991)
Rooster Bridge, Demopolis, Alabama, 1919,
Horny Toad (November 1993)
Route 35, Texas Gulf Coast,
Days of a Chameleon
Ruined Vessels,
RiverSedge 6:2 (Spring 1992)
"St. Archangel Cemetery, Plovdiv, Bulgaria," Preying Mantis (November 1994)
The Fourth Sunday of Easter,
Voices at the Door
The Suq at Irbid, Jordan, 1981,
Aura Literary/Arts Review 26 (Spring/Summer 1989)
The Whistle Buoy,
The Anthology of New England Writers 1997
The Wilderness, Near Spotsylvania Courthouse, Spring, 1864,
Voices at the Door
Two Hawks Kindles a Morning Fire,
Langdon Review of the Arts in Texas 6(2009)
Waiting, Morongu, Tanzania,
New Texas ‘99
SELVES
SMELLING SALT IN AN
ON-SHORE BREEZE
I remember eating spiny reef lobster
down on Plantation Key when I was a kid,
the creatures snapping and creaking as we
tossed them into a twelve-gallon pot, boiling
with seawater, and slammed down the lid,
holding it so they wouldn’t spring to safety
before turning spotted rust to sunset scarlet
in the steam. Then we’d slap each down
on a cutting board, lay a butcher knife lengthwise
between the haired legs, and hit that knife
with a hammer, exposing that flesh
to the world.
The yellow melamine plate held a laid-open lobster,
a cup of melted butter, and a quartered candy-
smelling key lime ready. Somehow I always
gashed a finger on a shell spine so that when
I squeezed the juice, part of a lobster bite was
the sharp sting of citrus in a cut, the rest the
flesh of lobster tail clean, smooth, springy under
dry teeth, the taste iodine and shrimp,
fire coral and cherrystone clam. I would
work my tongue over the shreds of flesh,
hear the cry of a great blue heron outside,
and want for nothing more.
I still don’t.
STOREHOUSE
World within world, it has always been,
Building cabins and storehouses out of
Marble-sized stones, stacking one on
Another into walls, roofed with broken
Sticks mimicking ponderosa logs
I would not see for twenty years,
But knowing, feeling in ancient bones
To shelter, to store and preserve;
Pulling clusters of yellow flower buds
That looked, stretching the mind, like
Bunches of bananas; seeded grass stems
Bound with thread, my wheat sheaves;
Red berries stored in an earthen bin
Like frosted apples tumbling down
A New England cellar--all waiting,
After harvest time, for winter,
For the cold grey times--
Oh, world within world,
Feed me now.
THROUGH MY EYES
Pray without ceasing
—I Thessalonians 5:17
Praying with my eyes, through my eyes:
A morning sea mist, sun glaring, four
Brown pelicans swinging in formation
Over a rhythm of green waves, wing
Feathers skimming the water’s surface
On the leeward side; red clover laden
With the diamonds of dew at first light;
And not just the flaming strokes of a
Clouded set of sun but the grim gradation
From periwinkle blue to the soft violet
Presaging night, the first bright star in
The east; the swollen gum of a toddler
Before the teeth emerge, deciduous;
The crimson gash of a sliced tomato
From the garden; an aqua and carmen
Hieroglyph under a lintel at Thebes
Three thousand years old, the coded
Hieroglyph on a blue crab’s back, his
Claws the azure of a cold winter sky;
The lush shiny lobes of a spinach leaf:
All and each the sweep of creation,
My silent breath of thankfulness riding
Waves of light through oracles of iris
Into the depths of mind,
Without ceasing.
THE EYE,
In the Commonweal
Again what was an odyssey to me, the power
Of allowance coins dancing in my pocket to the
Tune of reading fingers, at five led by an older
Sister in Norfolk. Virginia, past tall Queen Anne’s
Lace and dark bitter weeds dense and high as a house,
Arriving at the corner store to cast my lot for candy
In the dim light, when a tall old man turned from
The head-high counter, looked down at my crew-cut
Head, and speaking low said, "Hey, kid, I got some
Thing to show you," as he slowly dug down into his
Pocket, in those capacious pleated trousers working
Men used to wear, drawing out his spotted bony hand
Wrapped around a velvet-covered box. Without a
Word, he raised the lid with his other hand, and like
Some macabre magician revealed a green-irised
Eye staring up at me, searching, it seemed, for some
Response, but I was struck dumb, as I am still. And
I don’t recall whether Kit hustled me away, whether
He then chuckled or grinned, or worse, but I did not
Cry, nor do I now—but why…why did he do that
To a small boy? With such penetration as a tiny
Needle pierces a fragile cell, he infected an adamed
Life with an outside world, an act that echoes still
In my earliest intimations that our worlds are haunted
By demons and staggering symbol.
ON SEEING A SNAKESKIN
SHED IN HURD CEMETERY
Sitting at evening, scanning the Times,
You rub heel against calf and feel the skin
Break loose; you reach later for a can of
Beans on a shelf and sense the slide of muscle
Free, by itself, beneath. You pause to scratch
Your back against the wall, and a patch of
Skin, palm-size, pulls free of the ribs,
And you know it’s time -- to be alone, and
Safe, and private, and born.
You take a personal day from work and tell your
Friends you’re out of town, and lock your
Doors and draw down the shades --
Things should be just so, you see, because
It’s pride, like peeling an apple, working it off