Two Poems by Antonio Hopson: Hope and That Burning Bush I Saw


Hope

I wish to
cry myself to sleep
and
Awaken
on a sea that I have wept.

That Burning Bush I Saw

In an orange-spangled fire
Burning there,
between two highways
two seasons
joining our dimension to the next:

A sovereign, lonely thing.
Touched by its own failing flesh
Crying a river too

Had I seen it
Or it me?

And, if you are there
Or were . .
Why haven't you come to visit me again?

Copyright 2007, Antonio Hopson. © This work is protected under the U.S. copyright laws. It may not be reproduced, reprinted, reused, or altered without the expressed written permission of the author.

Antonio Hopson’s surreal, neoclassical prose edges on the existential. His stories have appeared in such publications as Quiet Shorts Magazine, Letter X, Creation, The Wonder Boy Review, Ascent, 20 Dissidents and Old Growth Journal, The Harrow Magazine, Monongahela Review, The Subterranean Quarterly, OutCry Magazine, Lost Magazine, The Angler, The Piker Press and also on NPR commentator Andrei Codrescu's Exquisite Corpse. He has received Farmhouse Magazine’s Reader’s Choice award and was invited to perform at Seattle’s Richard Hugo House as a featured writer. As a performer and panelist, he is an author at Rainbow Bookfest. You can contact him at Antoniofiction@gmail.com or visit AntonioHopson.com.