Kathleen Flenniken
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November Tritina

 

 

November is a necklace of daytime headlights

crossing the floating bridge. Silk

breast of a winter wren, scarf tied loosely at the neck. It’s the sun

 

or more correctly, its lack. No, you’re my sun,

parsing the fog, light

spun and suspended in a web. November is a grey silk

 

suit, white shirt, dark silk

tie with a wine stain, Sun-

day coat, all in a pile, headlight

 

beams through a scrim and a distant horn. Light head, silky

breath, sun going down.

 

 

(reprinted from Alaska Quarterly Review.)