blood from my first punch

by Robin Wyatt Dunn / June 28th, 2026

the sweet taste of sawdust
like five mountains
one on top of the other
over five hundred years

pitchers of Houston summer
pitched low under the bridge
where the signs say beware of raw sewage
we built sand castles for hours

grief’s mighty wind
sloping low over the lee
rattling the roof
slate houses watching the apocalypse and smiling

Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. You can read more of his work at www.robindunn.com. Read other articles by Robin.

This article was posted on Sunday, June 28th, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.