The poetic musings of a girl that has traveled far but gone no where.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The sky is rains starlings
in maize flecks and iridescent
ebony cascade with wings s p a n n e d and diving
from verdant rectangles, hinged on steel arms.
Signs mislead us, driving into
twilighted spring winds
like fat worms after rains, flesh
and grit pierced with golden barbs, easily.
Aleathia Drehmer 2008
Published by Counterexample Poetics 12/09
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