The lilac leaves make hearts, beating, flushed as the clouds with water and wind. The oak in the next yard screams white. In the Everglades, marl is burning. If you look up to the blue-black sky you can spend a lot of time. Follow planes south until one day clematis flares on the garage and a raspberry’s red from soil and sun and a lily furls its many tongues. Until the smoke bush puffs red until the daisies and their wet bald heads bob in wind. In the Everglades bobs the bladderwort. Small yellow hungry head streaming, now burning. If I flew there on that plane, its whine in the westerly wind, in the drops that stuff earth into air, push me south, what would I see, except red air, red tide, flooding city, no home.
Leah Claire Kaminski's poems appear in places like Bennington Review, Fence, Massachusetts Review, Prairie Schooner, and ZYZZYVA. Dancing Girl Press published the chapbook, Peninsular Scar. Some of her recent honors include Grand Prize in the Summer Literary Seminars Fiction & Poetry Contest and a residency at Everglades National Park.
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