PINWHEELS

E. KRISTIN ANDERSON

 
 

Back and forth, the sound is almost
     like a prayer.
 
                    I sat, read books.
 
Summer ended,
           fiery, like an omen.
 
We shared, waiting after dark,
our streets filled with search.
 
 
 

This is an erasure poem.
 
Source: Page 10 of The Art of Secrets by James Klise, Advance Reader’s Edition.

 

 
 

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