This small but mighty poem originally appeared in Musing Publication's Bloom & Blossom Spring 2023 issue, in both digital and print.
The After
Sunset comes unhinged
from the blacktop sky.
All day long I've hears the singing
of girls who wanted to be free.
And when the moon bobbles up like some
contained, perfect egg, a telescope eye -
the voices dim to a whisper. I hear
them still in the shadows. The water trills
brook over calm rock, reeds wild with sky.
Her voice, their voice
a conspiracy of melody and sin.
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