crackles the dawn (Sister Golden Hair).

The radio spits

Sister Golden Hair

down my face
and there

I lost
my dreams

to the drop
and there

from a throat-

slit
sky

they break

apart
loudly
against the rocks

as Sister Golden hair

crackles
the dawn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Jean-Michel HATTON

 

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