Issue Twenty-Three - Winter 2014

Strange Blue Moon

By Laura Madeline Wiseman

Long ago we quit offering our tails
like the others—prairie chicken, peacock—
though we gasp when they tremble
to beckon a mate. Even the wild turkey
that once climbed our neighbor’s roof
to trumpet from the long, dark curve
of his throat, shook and spread out
the heft of his beauty with fierce joy.
There is more to love in our backsides,
yet sometimes while driving the car
we can remember what it was like
to be one of them, our bright glory there
in the night air for a moment, mooning,
and then disappearing into a backseat—
an invitation, a dark forest, a wonder.

Copyright 2014 Wiseman