You were right
about the rain.
I wanted to see the snow
fall, the wind as sharp
as the switches from the
elderberry bush, or was it
a willow
irresistible arcs
streaking whatever sky,
it’s nothing it is
nothing. I am
dizzy under
whatever,
grab my hand
and run with me
before the cold
bends us down
low low rain is off
at a gray distance now.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 21, Issue 4.
Dameion Wagner lives and works in Columbus, Ohio. His poetry has appeared in Crab Creek Review, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, The Gordian Review, As It Ought To Be Magazine, and in Tilde: A Literary Journal (among a few others). His reviews appear in Heavy Feather Review, The Rumpus, with new reviews forthcoming in The Adroit Journal and 4squarereview. He won Miami University’s 2017 Jordan-Goodman Poetry Prize and is a 2018 recipient of the Academy of American Poets University Prize.
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