After
Todd Osborne After Charles Wright in sunlight, everything feels like Mercy, the grackles hopping like nuns upon a broken path, their eyes pinned on us as we kneel into the ground we love, fold our hands and wonder who will save this land next. What have we taught each other, what learned? The sky is running forward, to find itself broken like the broken path, to preach at those of us with listening ears, but not listening hearts. There is not a reason within us, nothing to say, no action left but to pray. |
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About the Author: Todd Osborne lives and works in Hattiesburg, MS, where he is also pursuing a PhD at the University of Southern Mississippi. His poetry has appeared in the Missouri Review, Big Muddy, Juked, and Arc Poetry Magazine.