View From 18B

Posted on Apr 13 by SEASONS Magazine

 

View from 18B

By Emma Trelles

 

It is always the same constellation: the city

 

And its hopeful torches, a sky caped in wool and thorn.

 

Music of trains, music of copper wire humming fortunes.

 

What if the future arrived as a dark blade of wings

 

Slicing rooftops and the burnished maples below,

 

Each beak pointing to somewhere I couldn’t imagine?

 

What if the years descend as a moon, filling each glass

 

With cautious light? This window holds a face,

 

Almost detectable, a fading I am learning to endure.

 

This window a night I’ve scored for years.

 

It’s December in California and the leaves are still

 

Turning. I’m alive.

 

Originally published in the Winter 2016/17 issue of Santa Barbara Seasons Magazine.

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