Laura Long
November Song
In the space of the road ahead
gold and orange leaves hail down,
a thickening curtain that shimmers
then disappears.
A single leaf falls
as if drifting through oil
or honey.
New ink whispers
to an old piece of paper.
I dream that all the sleepers dream
of blood-red berries breaking
open the gray woods.
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Laura Long is the co-editor of Eyes Glowing at the Edge of the Woods: Fiction and Poetry from West Virginia, forthcoming in March 2017 from West Virginia University Press. She is the author of two poetry collections and Out of Peel Tree, a finalist for the Balcones Prize in Fiction, IndieFab Award, and Weatherford Award. Her fiction appears in Still: The Journal. She teaches at Lynchburg College.
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