Laura Hartman The 2River View, 6.1 (Fall 2001)

the rising song

last night’s dreaming
a cold sun that lays over the land
this morning blue smears left shining
on the swell of the earth
swift creek
seasons tumble down the length of my body
blood on my thighs and
a crow swings flapping
to the height of a pine tree

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