Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Stefanie Bennett- A Poem


YOU CAN’T SEE THE SKY FOR CONCRETE  
 
At times like these, I wish
The great slab of blue,
Horses’ manes in the wind
Descend their science
To landscape
And sculpture
A space for living...
 
The pigeon squats
By monuments
 
   - At times like these.
 
I pack my luggage for
Something to do
 
    - At times like these.
 
Drink un-afforded White-
Horse spirits, imagine
Mayanism
In all denim
Swishing by...
 
    - At times like
                        These times...
 
 

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