Scott Simpson · Poetry
The Wings
Selected Poems 1989 to 2009 · source pages 283
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Source page 283
The Wings
Wings open:
an inherited habit
got this job last year:
thirty-five mile stretch
of asphalt nothing
undercutting the skyways
The wings slice my resolve
puppeting shadows on the road
like fish
beneath stones
I silence my engine
snuff its flame
easily
with my wrist
shadow-fish
dart across my skin
the wings
graze the sentient tips
of my upended hair
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