![]() Dogs on a Clear DayA Poem by Rosalind GaleThe blasted heath cuts straight into grey. Animals and clover Turn away smiling. I make them happy. The bicycle has no trail of fumes. The half-fast Snail, her colorless shell Shuffling in giddy silence.
Some of this evening the Evening has been sunlit. A black nightshade taken in. My skin is a carnival dance, the near Hills freeze my lungs. I am wooed Into an inferno Crammed with stones and strange women -
A heavy ambition suffocates. © 2014 Rosalind GaleReviews
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