Slew. Poem
by Jim Letfwich
August 2024, North Carolina
ditch flew hurdles
glowering
Glue on a Bird
Blue switchgrass
Truth is
Harboring a River
hitching
noodles to the
yam Juice
Jaunt jib jetsam
Jobless junket
My flurry
known my
Furious Kine
Cane scene
Kind conic
Cumulus
Cycles
Lineated
Purple coneflower
The low one slurps
pine clone
porous nouns
The Swan Lack
Events oily and
Always on the
Fly Hobbled
Trunk leaving
Gaunt rice the
Wobbly
Rail the ribbons
Wondrous
witch lute The
Curdled flowers
we are the Ruinous
Slew the
Squirrel hopping
On its fresh
Mown grass
A ditch truth
Noodling the
Known known
backwards
Exhumed Fixatives
normalized Cutting
nylon Cadaver
nebula Civics
Cuspidor ladder
nocturnes Vacuum
macule Verbatim
miniscule
venom in Miracle a
cup of New Mud
the Curdled slew witch
Nine furious known the
Furry demons forever
Grime renew the
Word clues in a pinch
of glass Dust On
the cusp of New Mind
grew gruesome
nearer The
ring of Birds swath
halo the Egg
text Eaten like a
Word a Worm
the Edge Test
gnashing mirrors
Slithers on the Pew
