no wind

Dust, No Wind

Dust, No Wind

Your mind is full of things you can’t control.
If only you could drift in dreams.  You toss.
On another continent a rose unfolds.
You stare across the ceiling, feeling lost.

A soldier lays her rifle on the ground.
Others clatter bullets in a bucket.
You curl up on your bed as if on frozen ground.
A woman ducks a slap and seems to smirk.

Thomas David Lisk

Thomas David Lisk’s poetry, fiction, essays, and journalism (news, reviews and features) have been widely published.  Recent work has appeared in LIT, Massachusetts Review, Hotel Amerika, and Lungfull! His published books include These Beautiful Limits (Parlor Press, 2006) and Tentative List (a) (Kitchen Press Chapbooks, 2008). He teaches literature and occasionally journalism at North Carolina State University.

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