Silo Sonnet Silver-rust silos lean as if to launch like chromed hourglasses through the stratosphere, gold snow of pollen. Thin ladders ensconce their bald metal domes, monks tonsured of hair. These rockets, they have pillared in the earth all heavy thoughts of flight, carved of them roots— seeds winnowed from the husk, lifted from dirt;… Continue reading Andrew David King
Author: Andrew David King
(Berkeley, CA, USA) is editor-in-chief of the Berkeley Poetry Review.