Tuesday, February 28, 2012


her comparisons were too intriguing
a deafening train, pillaging
along dark iron tracks
nearing the indistinguishable edge

with disdain, she said it must be her job

to hurl herself in front of it
and she often did

a sputtering plane nearing

impact with a mountain range
of teeth looming below a false
coverlet of vapor down

her voice could almost be

that of stern reason, even
with the wry lift of her lips

that silken night when logic

dodged a bullet and lay quietly, panting
on the monochromatic wool rug

mosquitoes hummed along

and time filtered though her irises
of a picture you hadn’t seen, with
the words you hadn’t written

© 2.22.12 heather brager

About Heather Brager:
Heather is a professional multi-tasker, mother and life-long procrastinator. She collaborates and co-habitates with writer A.g. Synclair in SW Montana, and her poetry and drawings can be found in a variety of online and print publications.

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