Pearblossom Hwy.,
11 - 18th April 1986, #2

Hockney, David
American, California

Photographic collage of
chromogenic prints


The J. Paul
Getty Trust
Island Love

I love those little traffic islands
where the lone sign or the few
stand like emaciated haiku poets
holding up their poems,

mournful, necessary poems that always
point the reader somewhere
far away and very near
with a few right words.

Some of the islands have names
like Lieutenant William Kelley, Jr. Square, honoring those who died,
perhaps young, perhaps barely old enough to drive,

and perhaps in love
with someone far away and very
sad

driving around on a Saturday night, thinking

of a boy stationed on an island
in the middle of nowhere
dreaming of peacetime, dreaming
of making love to her right there

on a beach of that island,
one of its blue flowers breathing
its untranslatable name
in her hair.
more hostovsky here

Paul Hostovsky, a regular contributor to R-KV-R-Y, has new
poems appearing or forthcoming in
Free Lunch, New Delta
Review, Bryant Literary Review, Visions International, Nebo,
Slant, FRiGG, Driftwood, Heartlodge, Rock & Sling, ByLine
and
others. He works in Boston as an Interpreter for the Deaf.