you have to be
a struck stillglowing lightning rod.
hooves too wild to be shod.
dawn your crown.
dusk your purple husk.
to the marrow a songsparrow.
formed by thunderstorms.
a whirlingthing churned by tornadoes.
a snowball thrown by a cloud.
singing in concentric rings,
maybe a hailstone
big as an orange.
full of such life, how can you ever die?
you must just burn on brightly
somewhere else
lone star
in a fading blue sky.
Matt Schumacher
Matt Schumacher serves as managing editor of the journal Phantom Drift, and live in Portland, Oregon.
Artwork: Alexandra Khitrova, Planet
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