Sunday, August 13, 2017

Leaving Lake Havasu, Arizona

by Stefanie Bennett

If the sky had a voice
I envisage

We’d buckle under
The bent-over
Exit wounds
Just as
The willow
In bright water...

1 comment:

  1. The first line alone took my breath away. Then, "We'd buckle under..." Beautiful images. So much in so few words. Thank you.