Poetry of Kansas Here & Now, There & Then

Everything spent now except the heat and the cicadas
sucking on the yellow rind of the horizon.  Light drains
from the pavement, downtown deserted but for this ritual gathering
by the tracks, every face turned skyward to the contours
of a cloud that builds and roils where nightly thunderheads once formed.
No one looks for rain anymore, only for this wheeling constellation
of a hundred thousand wings; we’re waiting for that sudden
breathless rush when the stars come pelting down to earth,
a storm of purple martins streaming past our heads
and washing through the branches of the restless trees till dawn.

– Victoria Foth Sherry

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Comments on: "108. To the Stars Through Difficulty: Victoria Foth Sherry" (4)

  1. Timothy Pettet said:

    “sucking on the yellow rind of the horizon” – yikes and yow! i love it. and a “wheeling constellation of a hundred thousand wings” – purple martins against a yellow horizon –
    Yummm! (that is a highly technical term in literary criticism meaning I like it)

  2. Evocative images, Victoria. You have captured the annual gathering of martins and pinned it to the page for all to see and remember.

  3. Patricia Traxler said:

    Beautifully done.

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