Katelyn
COURTNEY BUSH




I try to be careful but most of it is stolen 
The Florida girls are all happiness girls
Wind pulls colors through to our side
Those Cinderella shades of almost blue
and make texture
I hate when the poets claim there is so much
to pray to on earth and not because they’re wrong
No breeze has come to blow my hair
meaningfully across my cheek
I’m not old enough to recollect the past
with much interest and neither are you
It grows quite dark on the sad campus
in fight, in travel, or in waves
Poured plaster, black paper with bleach,
tempera on Masonite, pegboard 
angelic organ synth which ironically transcends
the perception of the angels themselves
until you and I are the ones to hear it















COURTNEY BUSH is a preschool teacher and writer with an MFA from Brooklyn College.




THE ADIRONDACK REVIEW
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ISSN: 1533 2063
WINTER 2018