Woman at a Driving Range
“Under the philosophy that now seems to guide our destinies, nothing must get in the way of the man with the spray gun.” -Rachel Carson, Silent Sprint
Orbs splash in water
spread in order to take
groomed & hit by force,
bestowed a copper
wish blot white.
With girls it made
want a soft strike.
To till the driving I
into infected give.
As land, sex touched them
& asked only to know, refusing
other, holding lush for true
in land-green lacquer. Still,
jowls. Then pounds & bright
strikes on I until it’s how
it wanted to pass
by they, & then it was easier,
& it was me (was it me?)
holding the spray, dosing/taming
a biome in mellow light.
Ally Harris is the author of three chapbooks of poetry, Dispersal (The Song Cave, 2019), Her Twin Was After Me (Slim Princess Holdings, 2014) and floor baby (dancing girl press, 2011). She graduated from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop with an MFA in Poetry and is the poetry editor of Submission Reading Series in Portland, OR.