Doves at the Edge
Sitting on the icy shore
a little confused, feathers puffed into fluffy,
seem to squint into bright light glinting
And today they are gloomy angels perched
spreading to gather what they can,
They balance like clothespins, tails steady
This Tornado Loves You
This tornado loves you, doesn’t want you
This soft breeze loves you, too,
to see you sweat. This blizzard loves you.
wants you to kneel before it
and make you cry with cold,
Karla Huston is the author of A Theory of Lipstick (Main Street Rag) and seven chapbooks, most recently Outside of a Dog (Dancing Girl Press).
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