You could have a big dipper   

aftershocks by Makenna Dykstra


it was a summer of colors

the ones you don’t see until a storm


tosses them on their heads

the tree outside my window fruits


and silkworms trap the lesser of the leaves

in an embrace of decay


it reeks of a life in prequel

before the cement sets and the lens


is painted over with a thick gloss

that blurs the world from view


soon enough the eye passed

the winds abated and the tree still stood


though the silk and its trappings

fled on the breeze


it was a summer of letting the bee

land and linger in your palm


relying on trust galvanized in primary color

painted childhood playgrounds to stay still


the glass remains shattered on the sidewalk and

the world’s view remains more beautiful


paint chips on the sand

and the sky in hues of inhalation


that seems more important

in the end



 

Makenna Dykstra (she/her) is currently a graduate student pursuing an M.A. in English Literature at Tulane University in New Orleans. She can often be found on Twitter @makdykstra, planning her next bagel outing, or inundating everyone in her immediate surroundings with jellyfish fun facts.


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