SHAWN LINDSAY ant ant ant ant ant 1995-1999
June 1, 2014 § Leave a comment
bit by bit the apple peel around my finger
nicked her shin sweeping up the spring water a new moon
a rolled-up fence in the hayfield you can taste the lightening
exactly how my boot treads sound crimpling snow
on the corner with walnuts in her teeth it’s raining
the spruce
matted thick with ice
my tiny fingers
still the first raindrops straight down my spine
dripping wet mulberry leaves a crow anxiously
a white flower
held in the cinder block
flooded eaves
an inkling
of the bee’s vision
purple clover
autumn insects-
her perfume suffuses
the pillow
train tracks
one leaf spinning
on the beech
placing a palm on the kitchen window the thunder’s warm
invited to feel
the stubble on her legs-
autumn rain
road salt
tumbling in the vacuum of
an ambulance
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