by Andrea Baumgartel
Bed-shape all day, window by the freeway’s
carnival whispering . . .
Barn-hearted worry
on the world’s rim,
empty prairie.
Sunset opens spillways
in a quiet room
in the Casey’s queue
in a dance sense
slow-following farmlands flinging wild
slipped-
clouds
through
an updraft,
all-corners; thoughts
processed
like wind in a blender.
The last is best:
so rides a balloon
along your arms
mur-
mur in someone else’s dream . . .
Originally from Peoria, IL, ANDREA BAUMGARTEL earned her B.A. in English and Biology from Grinnell College before teaching English on a Fulbright fellowship in Łomża, Poland. She currently lives, writes, and works various gigs in Seattle, WA.
Photo: “The Old Workshop” by TumblingRun
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