Pushing Up the Sleeves of Midnight


Pushing Up the Sleeves of Midnight

I am the wind sailing above
the clouds
waiting for horizon
choking on the mist of the masts
that stroke my heart
at midnight

questions linger
words dance in my head
they won’t settle in bed
like they’re supposed to

thoughts
up
up
up
on the horizon
they set into the tall shadows of night
leaving footprints on my heart
pushing up the sleeves
of midnight

© Megan Oteri 2004

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I am an arts educator, writer, poet, photographer, and mama. United Arts Council Artist in the Schools and Writer-in-Residence -- I am available to conduct workshops and residencies: Memoir, Writing, Poetry, Spoken Word, Poetry Slams. Contact me for more information. Also available for freelance writing and photography. I am also working on a historic food memoir: http://evanstoncommmunitykitchen.wordpress.com

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