Monday, September 18, 2017

One Shakes (Day 243)


one shakes off 
the droplets of pewter sky and
the dog-damp air settling in cracks and
the iridescent fairy dust of adolescent longing

because now 
powder puff snowbanks have given way
to faded crevasses   shade-flooded and 
rimmed with quicksilver

how is one to live 
when golden lines of poison goose-step 
down boulevards of half-remembered dreams?



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Public Domain