(told not to) look straight into the sun.

Told not to look

straight into

the sun
and so

I watched the day

become but skin

and bones,
and the dark ruffle

of feathers
grow

at the end

of the road,
parch the trees

burnt purple.
Told not to look

straight into

the sun
at the end

of the road
—the stem

of my efflorescing

eyes
from whence

unfold the hooves

of the raven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Jean-Michel HATTON

 

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