by Kevin Heaton
Army green, bug-eyed cicadae,
(furloughed from earthen
dungeons and brown chainmail
jackets) serenade in unison from
cottonwood trees sprinkling
summer snow onto river eddies
dancing pirouettes to gulf stream
waters, as I tightline fish for
channel cat along rocky, riprap
banks of the Arkansas.
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Kevin Heaton lives in South Carolina and is from Oklahoma, where he published Country Music. He has recently completed his first full volume of poetry, entitled Harahey, and his work has been published in Foliate Oak, Counterexample Poetics, Right Hand Pointing, Grey Sparrow Journal, Sacred Journey, Elimae, Calliope Nerve, Nerve Cowboy, Heavy Hands Ink, and others. |
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