by Bruce Parker

Published in Issue No. 289 ~ June, 2021

We always look at the world, if

we pay attention.

In childhood

there is not enough attention to detail,

the large so real,

unable to assimilate,

the solidity always present for us to see

if we look

always at the world, if

it doesn’t vanish

before we finish looking

even O taste

and hear


through telemetry

and microscope

stars’ delicate detail if

we could pay attention

and not be children all our lives.


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Bruce Parker holds a BA in History from the University of Maryland Far East Division, Okinawa, Japan, and an MA in Secondary Education from the University of New Mexico. He has taught English as a second language, worked as a technical editor, and as a translator. He reads for Boulevard, lives in Portland, Oregon,and is President of the Oregon Poetry Association. His work has appeared in CIRQUE, The Inflectionist Review, Alembic, Cloudbank, Floyd County Moonshine, and elsewhere. Contact information: Bruce Parker 2530 N. Argyle St. Portland, OR 97217-7022 443-514-6773