by Virginia Barrett

CC0 Public Domain


the voice of live oaks hides
behind the mask of the raccoon

rain beats down
she walks out
into the calling
her face risks being
seen even in the storm

audible trees

in concealment
lies a certain revelation
even the new moon
once was a giant yellow
light they held
between them

the manzanita’s bare want she rearranges
into an altar of glistening bones


Virginia Barrett’s work has most recently appeared in Poetry of Resistance: A Multicultural Anthology in Response to Arizona SB 1070 (University of Arizona Press), Midnight Circus, The Fem, Belle Reve, and Apple Valley Review. She is the editor of two anthologies of contemporary San Francisco poets including OCCUPY SF—poems from the movement. www.virginiabarrett.com


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