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Honorable Mention The Wind Blind Cannot See Gary Blankenship The last wolf chases a stray through madrona forests, his howl dies at the still river’s edge. By a fire, a dog dreams of cockroach glory, the coyote, his paws frantic shovels. scratches at the last groundhog den.} she danced kaddish to the beat of an empty tambourine he prayed silent as sleet fell they sang Hosanna in celebration their children quiet at their feet The crocodile submerges in the last cypress swamp, in wait for a turtle snapping against the current. A horsefly dances among wild iris, the last toad burrows into the mud, belly swollen. he laid sandals, bowl and beads on top of his folded robe and palms up looked into the eye of the umber sun they marched in perfect step, goats to slaughter At the crest of the sky, crows worry the last raven. a gull folds his feathers to dive, propelled towards the moon’s one good eye; an oriole chirps a final note, blue. she read Auden by twilight’s candlelight as she brewed a final pot of tea he threw stained glass bottles into plain brown windows A man throws the last starfish into the waves. As he crumbles a sand dollar between his thin fingers, he screams to the god he cannot name why until his voice cracks, scarlet, and the answer drops him to his knees. Gray snow and umber sand muffle a scarred throat’s rattle. The last wind, bloodblind, blows from pole to pole, its answer unquestioned. |
