The After

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.