POET OF THE WEEK
Ander Lyon
Week of January 8
260/365
Protect
My limbs wrap around his
shoulders as broad as my wing span –
our hands clasped tight to each other.
We watch our history
in the river, he walks steady.
Certain there is nothing
other than water in the darkness
we wade through: endless
birds singing patience over our trespass.
Protect
My limbs wrap around his
shoulders as broad as my wing span –
our hands clasped tight to each other.
We watch our history
in the river, he walks steady.
Certain there is nothing
other than water in the darkness
we wade through: endless
birds singing patience over our trespass.
Ander Lyon 26, Seattle
READING NOW I’m making my way through Tara Hardy’s new book My, My, My, My, My
WRITING LIKE WATER There is a depth and a darkness that one can choose to overlook or to get lost in.
TO PROTECT WATER My house doesn’t buy detergents or chemical cleaners; we try to use natural products as much as possible.
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