Acoustic shadows litter the wind-- Silences collapsing into silences-- Around the sound of our laughter, So near here in the winter fields, Mist softening the distant trees, We step back away from the car-- Heads bowed to the sun, our hands Stretch and plunge deep below The snow and furrowed soil in A race across the Amish land-- Twisting and knotting and weaving Our arms together in every direction Beneath the earth--now it is only Natural for us to burst out of our Shoes and clothes and live like this.
Aaron Fagan (www. aaronfagan.com) is the author of Garage (Salt Publishing, 2007) and Echo Train (Salt Publishing, 2010).
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|Title Annotation:||Two Poems|
|Publication:||World Literature Today|
|Date:||Nov 1, 2012|
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