Summer 2016: Poetry
refuge
by Deborah Akers
dawn scramble to the car winter-laden fog wraps zendo vineyard, dripping redwood now I see the back window left cracked open in yesterday’s October heat when pale light reveals the ceiling swarmed with sluggish flies my hands flail to shoo them but they don’t move reprieved by this boon shelter sensed blindly in the night clinging with frigid threads of leg
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