Today's poem is by F. Daniel Rzicznek
Returning the Ghost
After the glass of crashing
I bleed into the fields:water chewing at itself
under icy lids, houses gatheringtheir cloudy bulks, shouts
of dogs falling over the ridgewith sudden weight,
night turning like a spearin its own pulsing gut
and the sound that waited:swish and rasp of ducks
in the bent corn behind me,flapping themselves red,
nudging down into my lungs,the air folding us shut
like a blade.
Copyright © 2005 F. Daniel Rzicznek All rights reserved
from Elixir
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