Sunday, August 4, 2019

ANN LAUTERBACH ~








Nominal






Through the bare branch, a flutter.

I thought a flag was an immense wing.

Sky sliced through with long clouds.

The city is an avalanche; all torn down.

I have a bridge in mind; a river.

River, clouds, sky, wing, branch.

Flag. City. Avalanche. Bridge. Mind.




_____________________

Ann Lauterbach
Spell
Penguin Poets
2018










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