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C.L. Bledsoe
C.L. Bledsoe is an assistant poetry editor for the Hollins Critic, as well as a founding editor for Ghoti Magazine. http://www.ghotimag.com He has work in Margie, Snow Monkey, Natural Bridge, Nimrod, and Hobart, among other places.
 
By C.L. Bledsoe
Published on 11/23/2005
 
            Use your eyes like shovels, dig through the smog, the muck
            in your head and see the mountains beyond the skyscrapers.

            Something is rising like bread within you, but the slightest noise...

            Use your eyes like shovels, dig through the smog, the muck
            in your head and see the mountains beyond the skyscrapers.

            Something is rising like bread within you, but the slightest noise...

            Get to high ground, ford the rivers of traffic and if your feet should get wet,
            just remove your socks before the ice joins your skin
            and you lose all feeling for walking or balance.

            There is a type of tree they say cries. There is a frog freezes solid
            in winter. There is a bird mimics the sound of cell phones. Even you
            can recognize this. Let that bit inside you that grows trail out
            of your eyeholes. Dribble it down in front of you, and follow it
            to something more than made.

            

Copyright © C.L. Bledsoe, 2005. All Rights Reserved.