Glass Poetry Press

Volume Six Issue One

Dan Ivec

Autumn Courage, 1932

To our wooden city, a little doctor brings some courage. Now we can do all the horrible, incredible deeds we dreamed up painfully in the night. A bird walks through a secret cave and collects the hair of the ghosts. Someone kills himself. 'How beautifully,' they say. I feed you the crazy rose. I am the best man at a wedding between two ocelots. You can do any old thing in autumn, in the brave town by the lake.