WEST REDUX
a raven
the mighty susquehanna
curling inward
caw caw caw.
a breach
the road was never there
was never mine. it was conceived as a ghost.
the earth is turning colder. invisible.
there is a bluster of blinding snow.
she'll insist that I smell like the west
like sun washed trees. like apples.
like a million little aftershocks.
later, she'll brush her teeth in the shower.
Bio:
A.g. Synclair is the editor and publisher of The Montucky Review. He doesn't have an MFA in anything but still manages to publish regularly. He lives, writes, and collaborates in southwestern Montana with his significant other, the artist and poet Heather Brager.
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