November/December 2010

Andrew Wyeth,
Painter, Dies At 91

a new poem

by L. S. Klatt
A weathered barn on a hilltop; a nude woman
sprawled on the slope
below.

A giant squid rises out of a hayfield, & the barn
is compassed in tentacles
then a cloud of ink.

A man with a fountain pen in his hand
& a pitchfork
in his back

walks the cow-path around the barn
& tells the beauty
on the hill

to step to it. It’s as if her freckled skin
is newly charcoaled
& the hayloft

a smokescreen. The cows can’t be heard for certain
within the ink blot,
but deer

creep to the edge of the field on
delicate feet.

L. S. Klatt’s poetry has appeared recently in the Cincinnati Review, Boston Review, and Drunken Boat. His new collection, Cloud of Ink, was awarded the Iowa Poetry Prize and will be published by the University of Iowa Press this coming March.

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