|Below the rustling olive leaves
Andre bends his head close to the soundboard,
hunches like a shoemaker's apprentice
or a mapmaker charting new terrain.
The high strings drill their freezing rivulet
into a stony audience, chill
the smoky haze that twists,
ghostly, between the hand spaced trees.
From every tricky fugue, from each ornate
fandango with an Arabic devotion
to the minor keys, he's stolen
some hard kernel which he sows
into those furrows blind winds
gouge in darkening air.
His mother and his daughter still aspire
Andre shuts his eyes against a world
|John Jenkinson earned his MFA at Wichita State University and his PhD at the University of North Texas. Author of two chapbooks (with a third forthcoming), John recently served as Milton Center Fellow in Poetry at Newman University.
John is a past winner of an AWP Intro Award. His poems have appeared in a variety of journals, including American Literary Review, The Georgia Review, Grasslands Review, Green Mountains Review, and Quarterly West.
John currently teaches literature and creative writing at Butler County Community College.