April 9th Poem--NaPoWriMo
April 9th Poem--NaPoWriMo
the whole story
dim wall [of light]
sun, nape, sun, hillsides
orange sky [above] orange woods
granite and bone
the cracked and cross-legged branches
whip the windshield like a chain
the pulse of ice and rain
knuckles of sun
purpled branches
before branches
before the lung
twisted
the hem of her skirt [brought] balance [to] the earth
mother, outside in the rain
perched under the eaves with dark wings
[March’s] foggy windows
trees rubbing together like thighs
the crazed, open sky
thin and yellowed
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