Old Women Dream They Are Flamingos
By Angie Minkin
A flamboyance of slate-blue history— these eyebrow-penciled water bearers, these tales twice-told flock over cobblestones, revolve around each other, faster and faster. An end game looms. Stone-faced, they recite odysseys of lost mates, woven mud nests, tangled mangrove roots. They haven’t lost their fancy footwork. Not yet. They dance together or alone, on one leg or two. How straight they fly into the offing, the sun.
Angie Minkin is a San Francisco-based, award-winning poet. A volunteer poetry reader with The MacGuffin, her work appears in that journal, Rattle, Unbroken Journal, The Poeming Pigeon, Rise Up Review, Birdy, and several others. Angie’s chapbook, Balm for the Living, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2023. She is also the co-author of Dreams and Blessings: Six Visionary Poets, published in 2020 by Blue Light Press. Angie travels to Oaxaca, Mexico whenever possible. See angieminkin.com.
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