Poetry

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nay,

 

I    K   N   E   W

 

That the wind blowing me through city streets to country roads from

tree top to rooftop to mountain top to polar top empty plastic bag

style,

dandelion calyx who couldn’t

stop

in just any meadow

style

Was the outside of my force of life, taking me where she wanted me

to bloom, not letting me stay to take root.

 

 

Y E S T E R D A Y

 

I

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That the gale force leaving chaos in her wake, lives overturned, homes abandoned, was me.

 

Ellie Davis is a Carbondalian at heart, temporarily located on an island outside of Gothenburg, Sweden. Today, she is wishing her father his good and swift arrival on the long journey home.