Sixty
My poem, Sixty, went live this week on “More Truly, More Strange, an Anthology of Poetry In Augmented Reality”. It’s a Snapchat-enabled project. Link, here.
Here’s a written version:
Sixty
Standing in mist
that autumn evening,
waiting to go,
suddenly
sixty snow geese overhead,
a vast hushed company,
swirling clouds together.
Muted wingbeats thrumming,
potent as a divination,
I could not leave them,
could not move
as their wings brushed winds
upon my upturned face.