Jun 062011
 

Jets

Two of them,
from hill to sea,
dissect the sky
in one long
Dopplered scream
as if they mean
to disembowel the day;

so, later, you are not
surprised to find
a clotted moon,
cooling in a kidney dish
of rain, Orion’s
gleaming entrails
pooled nearby.

  One Response to “Jets”

  1. Heather I like this very much.

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