Lloyd Wallace
Crew
There are cracks in the skin of the cattle—
bees weigh strings on the moon’s white scales.
Shadows bump heads. The wind is lost,
and the trees hold wads of starlight.
I want to be smoothed
by the Earth’s beat and breathing.
I want to clockwise into light.
Lloyd Wallace is on staff at The Adroit Journal and Poetry Daily. A recipient of a fellowship from The Folger Shakespeare Library, you can find him on Twitter @jockeycornsilk.
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There are cracks in the skin of the cattle—
bees weigh strings on the moon’s white scales.
Shadows bump heads. The wind is lost,
and the trees hold wads of starlight.
I want to be smoothed
by the Earth’s beat and breathing.
I want to clockwise into light.
Lloyd Wallace is on staff at The Adroit Journal and Poetry Daily. A recipient of a fellowship from The Folger Shakespeare Library, you can find him on Twitter @jockeycornsilk.
Return to July 2019 Edition