For a Friend, After the Accident
Poem composed by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
If by artful docent, by careening ballast
great mergers shall slack as bindweed climbers
then know that far off thoughts do wander,
from simple mudroom shuck to yes, even the hearth-gathered,
that coy breeze-less smirk fawn
of grazing reservation.
I have been meaning to write, meaning to do many things
that have yet to transpire:
How goes the rehabilitation, my friend?
Are you returning to strength and health?
This tiny snow-blind dervish wishes to know.
If not a crime, then it is most certainly in the worst form
to bore the beleaguered with such provincial gripes,
I have always believed it so –
just know that you are thought of fondly
as scales tip and peak meadows venture out
into the gallant depths of warming hearts
Bio of the Poet: Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and mounds of snow. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Himalaya Diary, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review. He enjoys listening to the blues and cruising down the TransCanada in his big blacked out truck.