Poetry Pick

In the New Year

by I.B. Iskov


I create possible myths
where the sacrificial
clouds peek through

Somewhere
on the other side of sky
independent stars
merge in soft
sunlight paralyzed
in my left eye

Dust scatters
on tarmac

Words
more composed than I
scream to be born
in the new year

From Sapphire Seasons
(Aeolus House 2010)


 

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