#Poetry Wed: “The Last Page” by Alan Michael Parker

“I have stopped reading the last page of novels—
now the horse drags the rider down the lane

and through the sugarcane field
to the impossibly brown sea

and that’s where they stop, just short.
Now the sun turns to look.

I have stopped believing what’s next…

…Oh, little bird, abide with me
before the stars go out,

before the handle turns,
before the floorboards creak awake…”

Read the entire poem at Copper Nickel.