Iowa Barn Poem by Annie Finch

Iowa Barn

Rating: 5.0


Light and shadow
frame a window
that comes reaching
past a roof-edge
and becomes a hole. Sky goes
funneling to
any darkness,
cut by warped
wooden framing,
long-abandoned
by the glass that
could reflect us.

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Annie Finch

Annie Finch

New Rochelle, New York
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