Plane
by Jennifer K. Dick
dawn
in the
love we drank raw
coats of varnished strings
whining between off-note arpeggios
scaled-flat somber air
paint the gravel awning
the eaves pewter
of her
hearing
a gallon of cider
apple branches
gnarled
whisps of hair
in my mouth
blues
on the rocking chair
this creek, creak
singing
in the maple
pre-lit
hue
the carbonized
dapple
off-
shore
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