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Crayons

January 25, 2020
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In trees, in crayon leaves, a box of autumn with a sharpener of birds.

How my eyes flew to them. How flocks of big-horned clouds were un-shepherded

like hope and went everywhere they shouldn’t be able to:

my hands, my belly, between my toes.

What a mountain goat autumn birds made of hope when I was six.

How feathers furthest away tickled me most.

How my classroom was a distant wing.

All this I kissed you with.

All this I know you miss.

 

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Anne Walsh

Anne Walsh is a Poet and a Story Writer.
She’s been shortlisted for the Newcastle Poetry Prize twice and for the ACU Prize for Literature.
Her first book of poems, I Love Like a Drunk Does, was published by Ginninderra Press (2009, Australia).
Her work has also been published in the U.S., including a short story, The Rickman Digression, by Glimmer Train. Her second book of poems, Intact, was published in January 2017 by Flying Island Books.

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