Over the next few days I'm going to be putting up a few workshopped poems, two that have been up already - Crags and Reception (formerly Catch) - and one new one...
Superbowl on Sunday!
Crags
And now I am a jackdaw alighted on a rock
above the city, bunnyhopping toward the cliff face.
I hoke at the wet stone,
shake the fine rain from my feathers,
and already my memories
are dripping off in runnels.
The castle, the highrises, the alleys
grow abstract with each fluttered heartbeat.
The river meets the sea and the wind
pushes me softly, suddenly over the edge
and I open my different mouth
and I open my different arms.
Til tomorrow,
Dave.
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