Exploring the world, one voice at a time.
She points past a pile
of fallen trees—roots upturned,
knowing the grey-clouded
sky for the first time.
She stands
in their midst,
the logs lying
like a giant’s
game of pick-up-sticks.
The bank is eroded—smooth,
weather beaten. The ground
is soggy, and her knee-high
rubber boots seem to sink
even as she stands, still pointing
at what we cannot see.
©2018 Aubrey Young
Aubrey Young hails from east coast North Carolina. She is currently in her second year of the University of North Carolina Wilmington’s MFA program.
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