In the waning mauve dusk
the breath of autumn
mists the windows
of the airport bus,
blurring the neon lights
to bejeweled ghosts.
Tonight we sleep
in a sleepless hotel
where once upon a time
hunting horns blew
and stags leapt the fallen
oak and all bent the knee
to king and St. George.
Very late, the sky clears.
Across the way,
the tarmac’s a black sea.
Behemoths beach, biblical
with human disgorge.
Soaring dragons roar
above a dreamlike kingdom
of mist, myth, and stars.
Nancy Brewka-Clark's recent poetry appears in Entropy, Bracken, Eternal Haunted Summer and Sylvia. She is past winner of the Helen Schaible International Sonnet Competition and the Amy Lowell Poetry Prize. Her debut book of poetry, Beautiful Corpus, was published in 2020. She lives on the Massachusetts coast north of Boston with her husband Tom.
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