a weekly of fantastical poetry





Loss

by Sandi Leibowitz


Sky-deer leap the black vault,
shake off Perseid dust as dogs the rain.
They gnaw the shoots of constellations,
crop the night clean
before they flick tails
white as the ghosts of irises
and flee,
leaving us starless,
a thousand dark good-byes in our mouths.



November 23rd, 2016



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