When the sky was tourmaline green with blue-white diamond inclusions the plains of Missouri were overrun, strokes of rain pummeled hellward. A community sprang up from the mud as volunteer after volunteer would fill feldspar tinted bags with sand or soil, lug them, lay them near the towns bordering the city of St. Louis—the lower Missouri, the Mississippi, River des Peres, tributaries, rivers crested, levees broke.
entering into fall you I we become a dragon
breathing icicles thirsting
for the pleasures of the flesh heart psyche
to be set free
Something significant in a fresh way
Starting in the middle
Submit no more
Consider
The point in the orbit of a heavenly body at which it is nearest to the earth
Laura LeHew’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in numerous journals and anthologies such as Alehouse Press, Burning Bush, Ellipsis, HeArts Desire, Pank, Pemmican Press, Perigee, PMS, and Tiger’s Eye. She received her MFA in writing from the California College of The Arts.