she was in the south, the dry flanks echoing
stretching inside-out on all sides
birds of prey and iridescent clouds losing altitude
lucinda williams in the speakers
and emptiness in her palms
she was that eagle flying east and west
the midwest stretching lazily beneath her
speaking through the voice of bob dylan in the earbuds
stirring her to dream of the deciduous trees
and trilliums that raised her
she was consumed by the promise of the sea
the urban rhythms and city lights
heels in alleyways and over cobblestones
slaid cleaves on the stage and this man beside her
stirring optimism in her glass
© 11.16.12 heather brager
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