~nictate

 

 

I expect to wake
elsewhere  
powdered white  
like snowfreckles  



but it’s always summer
 
long words with short vowels  
stirring stars in my bourbon

a pregnant sky sweats
moans
the weight of laboring clouds
 
above the hickory tree
something old calls

 

©  lori hamilton

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