West Redux
a raven
the mighty Susquehanna
curling inward
caw caw caw.
a breach
the road was never there
was never mine. it was conceived as a ghost.
the earth is turning colder. invisible.
there is a bluster of blinding snow.
she'll insist that I smell like the west
like sun washed trees. like apples.
like a million little aftershocks.
later, she'll brush her teeth in the shower.
A.g. Synclair is the editor and publisher of The Montucky
Review, a journal of poetry & prose. He doesn't have an MFA in anything but
still manages to publish regularly. He lives, writes, and collaborates in
southwestern Montana with his significant other, the artist and poet Heather
Brager.
1 comment:
I love this poem! Thanks, A.g.
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