April 9, 2014
The Girl as Weather

She is bending trees to the angle of her back.

She is the crest of a tidal wave

breathing everything a mile out from the shore,

growing a mile high.

 

Fish flopping over in silt.

 

She floats, a salted cloud, head first into stone.

She sees me, a bird who does not understand compassion

or the idea of falling down.

It is nothingness she falls through.

I am the nothingness she falls through.

The point of impact. The end

always darker than the beginning.

 

-Jim Walker (Marion County)

 

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Jim Walker is an Indianapolis-based writer and artist who works as executive director of of the nonprofit arts organization, Big Car Collaborative. Walker — whose poetry has been published in Painted Bride Quarterly, Cream City Review, pLopLop, and Hanging Loose — has an MFA from Warren Wilson College. 

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