Sherry Chandler » September 22

September 22

Dead limbs creak high
in the ash, the west
wind blows in a cold front.
Dry leaves skitter.

I’ve given up the practice of prayer,
god snatched from my lips
by flags in town square
that snap
in this rising wind
like whips.

— from My Will and Testament Is on the Desk

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