Saturday, June 30, 2012

Two Poems by Keleigh Ferguson

When Wyatt Left

Wyatt returned home alone. He had been spotted the night before, pressed against the neighbor’s window, and then unexpectedly inside. When starfish separate from the sea they die. When Wyatt left I submerged myself in nighttime trees, practiced parakeet, and learned to sway.

Stone Flesh

I woke on a bed of nails again
Shuffling years

Through spider walks and stoic canals
Broken down docks and barnacles
Thunderstorms and fog

Days like this remind me of
Trees filled with Mangos
Chartreuse and ruby red

And how we would wait
For their fruit to drop

Like stars or water balloons
Or the last firecracker

Keleigh Ferguson is a native of southern Florida. She currently resides is California where she teaches English and writing to middle and high school students.

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