NEW! Poem by rob mclennan

rob mclennan


A SINGLE STREAK, PURE WHITE OF SKY

1.

If the day quickened, ear
on the chest,

arrhythmic. Stop,
and go slow,

slow.

2.

Make of threads, to drawn,
an island

dead, unaided. We,
a person.

3.

Graph, should
something happen,

to forget

would be
impassable.