Joan of Arc

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black cat in my backyard
a rabbit dashes under the fence

last night i found a dead snake
limp leather on my porch like a gift–

snow peas covered in dew
the green buds of a blueberry bush

and everywhere i walk, i displace
entire peoples, crawling and skittering–

there are no wailing stones or crooked crosses
only brimming creeks and summer breath

my life is not a Murakami novel
my life is mud between the rivers of my palms–

and i am praying to a god
that might not exist

228 thoughts on “Joan of Arc”

  1. Allison Thorpe

    Love this! Great use of language – a snake like “limp leather” and “my life is mud between the rivers of my palms.”
    Nice work.

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  2. Rudy Thomas

    The legendary one is quite well delivered up to us in this poem. The ending is strong, strong…

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