Traveling through Georgia The sky’s eyelid breaks open in the east, where lashes of trees unlace on the horizon. A star sparks behind me in the cornflower expanse beside a fingernail of luminate moon. Rusty silos wait to launch by the road, and low wires strung on poles hold the fields in. I want to drop anchor out here behind the long pine fences, family trees, soft spruce arms. I’d catch the wind on my porch, while rose strands of cloud dissipate in the morning. Thin flesh of atmosphere peels itself back, and the day sweeps in like waves toward the dunes. GUD Magazine, July 2010
Posted on: Thu, 05 Jun 2014 15:43:00 +0000
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