Katherine Gallagher


I am the eyeless core of the morning
whirling over dunes with whips

ready, sweeping birds, all
before me.
I am the scourge of the riverbed

its runaway stream
bleeding under my hand

an unwelcome frisker
who springs across sky, untamed

peppering sand, pummelling
the earth's hard scalp.

Mere dust, I am the wizard cloud
dreamed up from earth's own soul

the spirit taking off from mud
with the earthquake coming after.



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