Blackbird Archive← v13n2, Fall 2014Poetry · Volume 13, Number 2
Blowout
Dust and dew, then later on the same bare ground, noon rain—
two distinct smells maybe because there is something, something
that changes as I unfurl myself into the day.
The bare spot there.
Dust and dew, then later on the same bare ground, noon rain—
two distinct smells maybe because there is something, something
that changes as I unfurl myself into the day.
The bare spot there.
