Prick of the Spindle: Poetry: Belflower: Doubt

Doubt
by James Belflower

The wind picked up overnight
dragging clouds to the moon

I remember the leaves
chattering in pockets of wakefulness
you had the blankets
to your ears

I believe it's the wind
moving all this
it must
be it
must be

men in the medians with blowers
are useless

James Belflower's work appears or is forthcoming in: Jacket, Octopus,
Denver Quarterly, First Intensity, New Review of Literature, Barrow
Street and LIT, among others. He runs PotLatchPoetry.org, a site
dedicated to the free exchange of poetry books, journals, chapbooks
and broadsides.