Sunday, March 6, 2016

A Poem by Tricia Marcella Cimera

Nocturnal Urges

It's right before
true night
when I see them--
Mallards slick-sleek
slicing knifing
through water--
Drakes they number five
five boys on the loose
on leave
sporting colors
burnished and alive--
They swim
with purpose speed
slashing flashing
forward as with one mind
fluid and urgent
like young men are
to somewhere--
In the night

Tricia Marcella Cimera is an obsessed reader and lover of words.  Look for her work (some forthcoming) in these diverse places and elsewhere:  the Buddhist Poetry Review, Dead Snakes, Foliate Oak, Fox Adoption Magazine, Hedgerow, I Am Not a Silent Poet, Mad Swirl, Silver Birch Press, Stepping Stones, and Yellow Chair Review.  Tricia volunteers locally, believes there's no place like her own backyard, and has traveled the world, including Graceland.  She lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois/in a town called St. Charles/by a river named Fox.

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