Panning Amapa by Mary Susan Clemons
Panning Amapaby Mary Susan Clemons Clouds, like unwatched milk, boil over the tree rim. The air hushes, grumbles of the sun’s saturation. I stand between hemispheres, watch the cargo plane bank north, a flash in the bubbling storm above the Corridor. The water swallows my knees, tugs my thighs.A heron, I pose above its currents, […]
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