Elderly Postman
written by: Heath Brougher
Crowds turn to dust
angels bleed stones turn colors
everyone guslies over at
no chair above feet
a dead tree weeps as
frogs lost in a trampled migration scoop spoon faces
delusional jelly stains on satin socks
cough braves torrents of dawn
on the cliff flute-clad with the mist swirling above him morning as usual—
an old cinematic rerun spinning in loops
he loses his fever by the gate to your house
beneath the sky hanging blue as wrong-colored grapes
from the weather above his notions
peace comes in bells like white
rustic.
Heath Brougher is a writer and editor from York, PA who has spent time editing books of others with his press as well as trying to keep his own books published regularly. His most recent work is a split-book written with Sourav Sarkar titled “Poems.”
Latest posts by Heath Brougher (see all)
- Elderly Postman - February 18, 2026
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