Rebekha Carlsen (poetry)


A Bare and Dry Storm

On the day when they came
Shadows danced:
Against the light of a sleeping Sun

Down the drift-less stream, an alleyway
Of strewn and mislaid pebbles
Broken along edges: as differing sizes laid

Dust gathered. And then they coughed,
Their oaths unspoken. And something
As the fire dies and smoke recedes
To a plane governed by higher deeds

A blind memory to witness the freshened silence


by Rebekha Carlsen

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