Shannon Walker Poems

Beat your fevered wings blackbird,
Ravin, not by choice or birth, blackened;
Not by fire, or ruddy flame,
Have you come oh ancient minister
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The way algae floats
Across a blackened pond
Is as clouds
Across a blackened sky,
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Escalator, stop...
Let the malt-liquor light
Of this Autumn afternoon
Never fade;
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I searched for truth with all my heart.
I dissected each word with the fervor
Of a scribe in an Italian monastery,
The inflection and control
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Her raven hair's
Like the willow tree,
And a Black Nighmare
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Kissie sounds, small and tiny,
The telephone line goes silent,

But not the wind whipping might
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And,
Coughing up words
In the black shade,
On her black feet,
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Silence, submission; Cygnus
X-1, the gravity
Oh my God, the gravity
And the fading starfield
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There is a special kind of blue
When you're twelve:
A kite in the sky kind of blue,
Barley in June blue,
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The Bumblebee said to the flower,
'This is my love story;
You see my legs full of pollen,
How I hang suspended in the air,
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