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It itched the snowfog
high out
on the dandruff shoulder
of the mountainside’s
dark pelt.
I picked at it
like a scab.
It dropped!
& fell through
the ice-skin of drab
welted water
like a rock, leaving
no mark. But oh, how I felt
a wing-shaped opening
starting to melt
in our winter hearts.
Decades ago, autodidact/ bloody-minded optimist kerry rawlinson gravitated from sunny Zambian skies to solid Canadian soil. Now she stalks Literature & Art’s Muses around the Okanagan Valley, still barefoot, her patient husband ensuring she’s fed. Recent achievements: Edinburgh International FlashFiction Award; FishPoetry Prize; BestCanadian Poetry 2019 “Notable Poem”. Newer pieces: ForeignLiterary, AcrossTheMargin, PaintedBride, TupeloQuarterly, ConnecticutRiverReview, Pedestal, ArcPoetry, amongst others. Visit at Tumblr; Tweet @kerryrawli