Author: Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick
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THREE POEMS by Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick
ISADORE—THERE IS A DOOR SOMEWHERE paused in the breath of a thousand horses where we wait for light to catch our arms, bodies into nets, golden sea flecked with ravens’ wings. Dear, I want to fly as quick as I can into a canyon, leap hard into your eyelids—how they never formed enough…
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BOY IN A FIELD by Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick
Boy in a field understand The lame Hearted go to him mouth filled Broken He brings the horses Of his grandfather His hands wheat Heavy I have seen him Monster himself With river-sickness and a girl His mother Maybe as a girl It is hard to say