Whirl of Morning
The girls are demanding donuts
their hunger overwhelming school
about to start go they say
and so she takes the car and drives
rushing back to where she aimed
to meet them the school bus passing
empty no girls back home she finds them
dancing in the whirl of morning
lost inside their mystical inventions
their faces never more alive than when
they see their own reflections
in the darkened pupils of each other
their lives a set of lines intersecting
with each other’s and with hers
sharp edges and diagonals across the page.
- © Paul Ilechko 2021
Poet and songwriter Paul Ilechko is the author of three chapbooks, most recently “Pain Sections” (Alien Buddha Press). His work has appeared in a variety of journals, including The Night Heron Barks, Rogue Agent, Ethel, San Pedro River Review, Lullwater Review, and Book of Matches. He lives with his partner in Lambertville, NJ.
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