![]() | Connecticut Council of Poets Laureate |
| aubade with factory ruins by Aanum Khan, East Windsor Youth PL Scantic River State Park is home to the ruins of a gunpowder mill. I think the vines took me before the fire. I think we were swallowed by the stained-glass starry night before dawn came—the bubbles of last night & the flatness of this morning’s sugar-syrup poison. But, it’s not the choking embrace of vines turning to veins turning to soul—it’s the morning now. Sunshine beats down on ashes turned to dust turned to tomorrow’s dream fodder & I stare through the ruins of yesterday’s up-and-down labor. Hear the past like fire like burn like shot like star expelled across sky & wonder—comfortable in our new reality / it is a new year after all—if we will be like the bullet in the ground, too: made to maim & maimed by the earth. |
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