Jun 7
1 min read
POETRY
At Natural Bridge
Shuffling through the dry debris,
I saw the spiral in a tree.
The trunk was wrung into a twist,
As if by two angelic fists,
And not expecting spirals there,
I searched for spirals everywhere.
Teacher. Satirist. Scholar. Published in Slackjaw, Points in Case, McSweeney’s, Ben Jonson Journal, and elsewhere. Definitely not a robot. Or an alien.
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