Welcome to “Poetry at The Arts Fuse.” A new poem every Thursday.

Skyline Park, Arlington
following Szymborska

I keep wondering whether Bruegel
Believed his monkeys were content
With their shards of coconut,
With their hazy view.

In Sarnath, two deer grazed:
The Five sat and listened.

It is March. The dead grass beneath me
Whistles. Kites dangle like witches
From the trees. Months ago this bench
Welcomed us, and we were warm,
Warm like a kiln. In some months,

Drunk, I will break
Your mug in the sink.

Two birds fly above Boston.

Joseph Fraser is a writer and photographer based in Washington, D.C. His poetry has previously appeared in Berfrois.

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— Arts Fuse editor Bill Marx