Issue 11 |
November 8, 2023
Image by Agnes Jonas
I overslept. I had an hour
To look at Jupiter, or I had
To wait 100 years.
I needed a telescope.
I, at least, needed
Binoculars.
It was its closest
In opposition. I knew
Someone who could get
Only so close to me.
For casual observers,
It would appear the same.
I spotted Mars and
Almost walked away.
Prince Bush is a poet from Nashville, Tennessee with poems in Black Warrior Review, The Journal, Pleiades, and elsewhere. He’s a Truman Capote fellow at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop for poetry.
