Crossing Zones

Schisms or bends in the air. Roads collapsing, seismic movements, bombs, pressure from above. Shaking glass, splintered wood. Dislodged pavement. There are bones in the sky, fleeting images. Hauling water across and up. Always waiting, slaked, exhausted. A violet band under the eyes, pupils half-glazed from the effort. Hauling water across and up, flames around the head, the torso, the legs. Walking stiffly, the heavy pails corroded. Roads collapsing from the heat, the pressure, the repeated impacts. Sudden flutter of leaves, rain shower, wind slipping through. As if a dream had exploded, left its soft contents riding the air.


Andrea Moorhead






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