Issue 4 Cover_final_web Poecology

Issue 4



Grace Marie Grafton


Kofa Mountains, Arizona

Living on the desert’s edge
I wait for shadows to turn blue
evening or morning,
divide dry orange hills
with deeper space I could
maybe fit my head into.
Cool like an echo, some younger
time. But living out here,
green dilute with yellow,
looking at the ground
dries the tongue.
It comes not to matter
what I did or might not have,
lines are clear,
each day sun
shines til I can see
right through my hand.