Saturday, February 25, 2017

Shell Shifter (Day 37)

Hair starred, as when loose 
ends spilling forward, 
reinforced helmet of canned 
therapy, this shell shifter winks 
an eye at rudeness, flips lies
into motion—an abstract art 
he will have tracked by obtuse 
men—while his hurricane
intensifying, suspends the ruled 
in false ease and paper freedom
—a land of liberty as foreign 
to his understanding as 
a nation in a raindrop, falling 
toward a desert sand.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six


Photo: Alex Hanson