A Gray Space

While you sleep, I hover with bats in counterfeit
rays of light gathering secreted remnants
from the tumescent underbelly of suburban

privilege. Plundering crows flinch-back
the impending horizon & curse the feckless
approach of a boastful juggernaut; heckling

me from my night post. Blithesome wing-
powers sandman frenzy from my eyes, & whisk
cobwebs from my pleas for forgetfulness.

We tryst on goose down behind foiled sun,
where pilfered dreams cache, & better natured
angels daybreak.

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Kevin Heaton is originally from Kansas and Oklahoma, and now lives and writes in South Carolina. His work has appeared in a number of publications including: Guernica, Rattle, Raleigh Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, The Adroit Journal, and The Monarch Review. He is a Best of the Net, Best New Poets, and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee.
 

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