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.
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Ann Lauterbach
Spell
Penguin Poets
2018
