DL Pravda

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Tree in Barn Raga

The slow wavelength of the sitar
becomes a magnolia tree.
A collapsed rusty tin roof

reincarnates as a song of sunlight.

Green reaching branches
ask the rafters about their past.
Not so fast says a breath

through the tall dead weeds.
The faded red plow sleeps in shadow,
its seven blades buried

an inch more each year.

Dry hinges sing to the brick pile.
Seven beats cycle down dirt roads
and over fields with the will to feel.

DL Pravda tries to keep it together either by jamming distorted reverb juice in his ears or by driving to the country and disappearing into the woodsfarm dimension. Author of the award-winning Normal They Napalm the Cottonfields, recent work appears in Crosswinds, The Meadow, Poetry Quarterly, South 85, and Spring Hills Review. Pravda teaches at Norfolk State University.