The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 1/20/10

[BlueIris]

--from "Rogue Agent Burlesque"

"My Imaginary Bianca"

Cast off your sleek surviving wing, salvation and desire framing little rooms above an alley. Something necessary fell away and what was it you wanted, lonely as the door to heaven? The war goes on, and the new drugs, each creamier than the last. On my walk the sky darkened and I believed in omens, low hum of wings that wait on my mistake. It doesn’t take much for hawks to drop and a country to close its doors to its people. Are you now or have you ever? Planes survey clear-cut and food courts and fjords.

--Carol Guess

[BlueIris]

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