nothing left to worship.
The three-tined sun is on a string.
A chain to hang you on.
A rope to coil when you’re done.
Lately, a sharp-winged bird skims the dusk
dragging the web-footed dark.
Up there down there.
What you can swing from.
Renée Ashley, USA (1947 -)
“There Is” from The View from the Body. Copyright © 2016 by Renée Ashley. Reprinted by permission of Black Lawrence Press.
Poet’s website: http://reneeashley.com/
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