This month yields a second Moon Prize, the sixty-fifth, and it goes to Alethea Eason's poem "The Wall."
The Wall
by Alethea Eason
Metal shafts lay down shadows on the
border,
south and north. Human tracks trace the line,
disremembering the grace of nature.
Javelina loses a baby through the bars.
Rattlesnake sneaks through, citizen of neither country.
Ocelot’s allegiance is
forced and unexpected.
She slumbers beneath a cottonwood
that sips from springs on the other
side.
Her thirst has declared its native land.
On the top of the shafts, blackbirds converse
in grackle language about their passports
made of sun and a wind whipping from the
sierras.
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"The Wall" was first published as one of the
prize-winning poems in Desert Exposure's 2020 Writing Contest.
Alethea Eason is an award-winning writer and artist who has found happiness and her true home in the
intersection of desert and mountains in southern New Mexico.
Richly vivid (and we hope soon to be gone but never forgotten).
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Here's to the walls demise.
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