Auspices by Lana Bella

Dissolved of a monolith, the sky
was a canvas of fierce, arthritic
storm. By dawn, snow throttled
your little pinot of burn, retraced
in arrogance the mien of winter.
Paling behind the scaffold of salt,
myopias crowned to the eaves of
your eyes, lay with battered motes
as might drift of smoke seduced.
At a depth of papyrus flight, you
held wings where fingers tearing
out in years redacted in hyphens
of iced clovers and daffodils, each
diminutive and sere—all reliquary
from which sustenance bloomed.

Lana Bella
A three-time Pushcart Prize & Bettering American Poetry nominee, Lana Bella is an author of three chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016), Adagio (Finishing Line Press, 2016), and Dear Suki: Letters (Platypus 2412 Mini Chapbook Series, 2016), has had poetry and fiction featured with over 380 journals, 2River, The Acentos Review, California Quarterly, Comstock Review, Expound, Grey Sparrow, Notre Dame Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, San Pedro River Review, The Ilanot Review, and Waccamaw, among others. She resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps.

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