Burrow

posted Sep 16, 2008

Tiny wind,
pipe down,
burrow in
as you approach the funnel,
a ruffled collar of air.

Those motes, those minute specks “apparently moving before the eye.”

The “ping” made by a motor under a strain.

Blue violet roosters
scratching at the ground.

Misty Harper studied creative writing at Indiana University. She lives in Atlanta, and contributes to False Magazine.