Hair starred, as when loose
ends spilling forward,
reinforced helmet of canned
therapy, this shell shifter winks
an eye at rudeness, flips lies
into motion—an abstract art
he will have tracked by obtuse
men—while his hurricane
intensifying, suspends the ruled
in false ease and paper freedom
—a land of liberty as foreign
to his understanding as
a nation in a raindrop, falling
toward a desert sand.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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| Photo: Alex Hanson |
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