View from a Regular Fantasy

Emily Hunt

love flies these planes

they are small and there’s room for them
they make loops

for a while each mountain stands
small as the years
that matter

and the red loud lights
a dog in the drive

black lump is it love
can it walk
sweat like today
by the field, our own dull paint

still flies
by the scared square room, by the west each day
we should not be shocked
by ourselves

EMILY HUNT's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Conduit, Sea Ranch, Sixth Finch, and elsewhere. Find her at