Three Poems

Anna Sears

Easter Break 1966

Across the desert
run the tracks
beside the motel in Indio
where I trail behind my first lover
weeping
because Ayn Rand has convinced him
I don't deserve his love

Across the desert
run the freight trains
each car carrying
two tanks, four jeeps
two tanks, four jeeps
two tanks, four jeeps . . .

on their way to the coast

dry motel swimming pool full of sand

Woman Hangs 

dissolving in smoke from killing altars
as saviors clash on darkling plains
fury bloodwarm in every ear,
swim against it
let it carve you naked
to slip through and touch her 
with ten
eyed fingers.

Together

we knit a shawl of honest words 
a shelter 
from blue-black cloud 
slashing rain

as when evening slants
into a battleship
sky
and brandishes 
against it 
a yellow-green poplar