Last night while
my daughter
dreamt
that the wind
was brushing past
her uncut skin
as it streamed
through all
the shattered
skylights,
the country
crept in
and re-plastered
the open
ceiling.
Claudine Nash is a psychologist and award-winning poet whose collections include The Wild Essential (Kelsay Books, 2017), Parts per Trillion (Aldrich Press, 2016) and the chapbook The Problem with Loving Ghosts (Finishing Line Press, 2014). Her work has received Pushcart Prize nominations and has appeared in a wide range of magazines and anthologies including Asimov’s Science Fiction, BlazeVOX, Cloudbank, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, and Dime Show Review. Website:
www.claudinenashpoetry.com. This poem was previously published in Yellow Chair Review.
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