Prayer

Kate Angus

Kate Angus

There was a wilder
tinge to the air—purple-

scented, fennel fronds shaking green as parties
filigreed
as when a child I used to draw
mermaid and merman's hair.
A storm blowing
through, wind in the tunnel of the throat
and rushing
from the mouth. A story caw-cawing from the branches.

The pines wave back and forth, thrash
the sky. Soft spruce needle whisks, egg-froth of clouds.

To be of the storm, to enter it.
To be entirely air.

Kate Angus's poem, "Prayer," was originally published in Short Edition’s July '19 Rendez-Vous. Kate is the author of So Late to the Party (Negative Capability Press, 2016) and the founding editor of Augury Books. More information can be found at www.kateangus.org.
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