By Jessamyn Rains

The year curves like a country road
round a brilliant valley
where the movement of clouds

makes rippling shadows 
on a mountainside.

The earth leans like a man in a stiff white shirt
at the breakfast table

and the sun sideways through the morning
touches some lost iteration of me--

pencil in my hair,
college coffee shop, book on a table
half lit-up--

my slow quiet thoughts rolling
out in waves.  

About the Author

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Jessamyn Rains is a writer and editor for Kosmeo Magazine. She lives in Tennessee with her husband and four small children.