The Ego Has
Landed
There was
nothing to fear then
that first morning
when the snow turned us away
and I fell in love
with the hands of a bird.
that first morning
when the snow turned us away
and I fell in love
with the hands of a bird.
It was colder
then
distance fractured by time bombs.
distance fractured by time bombs.
that our colors are simple.
Do we need these mountains
this water
this wilted breath
pinched between our fingers?
Bio:
A.g Synclair is the editor & publisher of The Montucky Review,
a journal of poetry and prose. His work has appeared in numerous
publications, both online and in print. He lives, writes, and otherwise
collaborates in Nashua, N.H. with his partner in crime, the artist and
poet Heather Brager.
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