Sam Byfield

from RED

And all afternoon the great dirt rose
in the east and rolled in,

first a stain, then a plume,
and all afternoon the lake grew darker:

Carp flashed and disappeared,
reeds shifted with a mass

of unseen creatures. And all afternoon
the city held its breath, knowing †

sunset would be a gamble, sensing
the great dirt would be a blanket.

†††††††††††††††††††† ††Now a sliver of blue
disappears in the west, the great dirt

now the only sky, and in the air
thunderís first cardiac rumble, and in the lake

the carp and the dark creatures creep further from sight.
All the lakeís birds scatter like crockery

and fat drops tumble at massive velocities.
Thunder grows imminent

and everything is made of edges.

Sam Byfield is a 24 year old Australian currently residing in China, where he is teaching English, and learning Chinese and patience. He is an Assistant Editor at Lily Lit Review, and an Administrator at The Critical Poet.

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