Monday, October 17, 2011

West Redux

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

1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

A.g. Synclair is the editor and publisher of The Montucky Review, a journal of poetry and prose. His work has appeared in a wide variety of online and print publications including, Right Hand Pointing, The Foundling Review, The Plebian Rag, Aftertaste Magazine, The Camel Saloon, and many others. He lives, writes, and otherwise collaborates in southwestern Montana with his significant other, the artist and poet Heather Brager.

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