Coyote Mercury

words, birds and whatever else by James Brush

Runaway

Listen: She dreamt the sky
and settled a few strange feet
above this shattered axeland.
She floated there for ages
and pilgrims came and rubbed
their names with clumsy fingers
in the dirt. Their names vanished
like the rolling highway scenery
outside your half-down window,
like your tears drying in the wind
as you fled from town to town.

Magpie Tales #219 | Sunday Whirl #160

5 Comments

  1. Oh my. This is a perfect expression for these words. Images of several students I’ve served rose in my thoughts while reading this, and for that I thank you on a deep soul level.

  2. Evocative and lovely…

  3. This is so very beautiful.

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