Share this postPotter PoemsSunrise 10/7/23Copy linkFacebookEmailNotesMoreSunrise 10/7/23WallaceJonathan PotterOct 07, 202312Share this postPotter PoemsSunrise 10/7/23Copy linkFacebookEmailNotesMore141ShareArticle voiceover1×0:00-0:15Audio playback is not supported on your browser. Please upgrade.Photo by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2023Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publisheddriving through the fog of the idaho panhandle this fine morning my mother riding shotgun my dog in the back montana or bust Potter Poems is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.SubscribePreviousNext
The peaceful morning, soft, then the shotgun image, the word ‘bust’ seemed hard. I’ve reread it since and see it’s not. Wasn’t in tune (me) that’s all. On me. (One of the kids is travelling, maybe it’s that.)
The clash between the first and the second parts is startling. It sat me back.