Vol 1, Num 3 :: 2002.10.11 — 2002.10.24
earth boils and
froths and folds
over millenia and
wolves and children and
homes
replacing the waves of ancient glacial lake (once silhouetted against a dusty antique sky)
with itself, green and brown ribbons piled against the blue,
creating an electrified still life of what used to breathe
here
and these hills bleed deep maroon flowers where autumn’s drought chafes the spaces between their knuckles, cracks them open and they bleed
scarlet life as summer drags its caked fingernails across the nervous land, searching for one last minute to hold and they bleed
bloody omens as the highway slices to the horizon, laying earth’s belly open like a defeated doe
and they bleed.
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