WE WEAVED A BOW TIE ACROSS THE STORM

A Poem by Michael H. Brownstein

the Aborigine sky
bright grey blue
Choctaw

a lurching of grasshoppers
deep in the weed
the shriek of crickets

didjeridu
bull-roarer
gum-leaf

peepers in the grass,
the large hand of a child
thick as brown dessert air

clapsticks
kora
karimba bali

First published in Outlaw Poetry:
https://outlawpoetry.com/2017/four-poems-by-michael-h-brownstein/

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