At Noon

When you make something and present it to the world, there will be divided opinions. “At Noon” was one of the first poems with which I experienced the onslaught of, “What nonsense is this?” together with, “I love it!” It’s good to learn you can’t please all the people all the time.

At noon

Quiet or quick off the mark, it’s your draw now, cowboy! At the trough a whinnow mane shakes desert dust. A shutter creaks and midday wanes. Brass badges rust out here. — This is a poem I wrote in mid-2012. It will be one of about a dozen poems in a set I’m compiling entitled “Emily’s Poems