Sails

The wind makes ships out of balconies –
canvas and tarpaulin flapping,
plant heads creaking and snapping;
blowing everything – sadness, anger;
fear, frustration… away.

Like my head –
barely tethered, overly weathered;
subject to a disco of light too bright
for one with so many years.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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Migration

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My pain migrates from left to right
as I attempt to write it onto the page,
extracting the edges,
smoothing them over with my pen.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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