our endangered rarity

by KG Newman

When the wheat grew tall enough 

to recall the moment we’d changed,

and we could finally admit it, 

was a few months after 

I drew a squiggly line in the sand 

to protect against the time goblins

and I kept re-drawing it 

each thirty seconds, after the sea

washed it away at our feet.

In this way the price of bullets

does correspond to our conflict,

as does the rising admission

at our favorite pumpkin patch which is 

destined to be burned soon, after 

steam from the funnel cake machine

wafts into the sky to take the form 

of various predators above us, 

first a tigress then a lion

then an anthropomorphic liger

begging us to hold our fire.






KG Newman is a sportswriter who covers the Broncos and Rockies for The Denver Post. His first three collections of poems are available on Amazon and he has been published in hundreds of literary journals worldwide. The Arizona State University alum is on Twitter @KyleNewmanDP and more info and writing can be found at kgnewman.com. He lives in Hidden Village, Colorado, with his wife and two kids.

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