I folded you into a blue paper
crane and flew your herald
from my turret of stars.
I gathered you in tangled
yarn, wove an indictment
that snared us both,
caught us crossing
the haunted fork
of Crazy Woman Creek,
a tributary that carries
memory like thunderheads
to the moon side of the rim,
where the colors that ruined us,
silver and bay, ran through
our houses like ponies.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
Sara Clancy is a Philadelphia transplant to the Southwest. Her chapbook Ghost Logic won the 2017 Turtle Island Quarterly Editors Choice Award. Among other places, her poems have appeared in Off the Coast, The Linnet's Wings, Crab Creek Review, The Madison Review, Misfit Magazine, Avatar Review and Verse Wisconsin. She lives in the desert with her husband, their dog, two ordinary cats and a psychotic cross-eyed one.
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