What Happens

Maxwell Shanley

 

The days a column of smoke.
How the railcar bellows. You
fold the air around the leaves.
Her face hot. Mouth in the dark.
I am losing them. A brook trout
thrashing on the bank. Its sclera
bulging. Wooden floor. They are.
Dust rising from the wood. Almost.
Mice in the creek bed. Sunlight through
the dust. Wish I could remember.
Railcar a dot. Smoke gone. Days.


Shanley photo

Maxwell Shanley is an MFA candidate at San Francisco State University where he currently serves as the managing editor of Fourteen Hills: The SFSU Review. His work has appeared in Camas: The Nature of the West, Slipstream, Transfer, The Burden of Light: Poems on Illness and Loss, Four Ties Lit Review, and has been performed by Theatrikos Theatre Company. He currently resides in San Francisco where he works as a bookseller.


 
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