Tuesday, January 19, 2021

Walking Red Water

 

While walking the red water

into the bloody sky, above pitch

black trees, pilgrims to the shore,

a hundred thousand starlings fly

my chest to the blade-blue corners

of the world. I flap my coat, they rain

black cinders onto the lake, rekindle,

resurrect and flash; the clouds’ fire

feathers spread further eastward, and

there’s calm like I’ve swallowed the

wind; suddenly colossal, I hunt the sun

beyond the curve of the known earth.

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