Two Poems by Miller Oberman
The Camels Louisa had already run into the ocean.Rosie and I were walking down slowerwhen a woman pulls up in a truckwith two camels. Single-humped, almosttoo bright to look at, each tuft of fura magnesium flare that should hurt human eyes,but doesn’t. One camel rises on two legs,picks Rosie up and holds her. Rosie and the camellook at each other. “He never does this,”the woman … Continue reading Two Poems by Miller Oberman