A Poem by Doug Draime

 

Alive Again

One night

I thought I saw Beth

sitting next to a pond

feeding swans.

Her red hair

as long as ever

flowing down her back

like burning wildfire.

In the moonlight

she turned;

a half smile crossing

her face,

the rest of her

disappeared in shadows,

like the swans

swimming out

under the midnight moon

 

 

 

Doug Draime has a full-length collection due out from Interior Noise Press in 2012. A presence in the underground literary movement for nearly five decades. Most recent books in print include: Los Angeles Terminal: Poems 1971-1980 (Covert Press) and Rock 'n Roll Jizz (Propaganda Press ). Awarded small PEN grants in 1987, 1991, and 1992. Nominated for several Pushcart Prizes in last few years. He lives in the foothills of Oregon.