i.
four crows drinking snow
in the middle of the street
under pregnant skies
ht.
ii.
the sound of running water
trickles through my dreams
brilliant cold
melting snow
in braided rivers
down the drive
off the roof
pelting holes
in red mud
gray snow
and me.
ht
iii.
el nino
you bastard
give me back
the sun.
ht.
About Me
- Heather Tinnaro
- Asheville, North Carolina, United States
- It will be a few years until I can step back on board with an eye to staying a while. At the moment, I still live in the mountains of North Carolina, in a small house with a piano in the parlor and a teenager in the good bedroom. But it is time to start dreaming. The nest is preparing to empty, and when it does, I should be ready to fly. Or float.
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