a raven
the mighty Susquehanna
curling inward
caw caw caw.
a breach
the road was never there
was never mine. it was conceived as a ghost.
the earth is turning colder. invisible.
there is a bluster of blinding snow.
she'll insist that I smell like the west
like sun washed trees. like apples.
like a million little aftershocks.
later, she'll brush her teeth in the shower.
By A.g. Synclair
the mighty Susquehanna
curling inward
caw caw caw.
a breach
the road was never there
was never mine. it was conceived as a ghost.
the earth is turning colder. invisible.
there is a bluster of blinding snow.
she'll insist that I smell like the west
like sun washed trees. like apples.
like a million little aftershocks.
later, she'll brush her teeth in the shower.
By A.g. Synclair
