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Marked by Progress
Clouds gather overhead
wrapped in tinfoil
but who wants to walk in the rain
if it smells like a paper mill
and feels like crinoline?
The jet stream is the rock of ages
but nobody breathes granite.
It’s full of scurry things,
lumps in the lungs
and wet mold on the epiglottis.
What’s more, nowadays,
sulfurous smokestacks curdle
with fashionable yarns of plastic,
steel, or a thousand alloys
most of them put together like
birthmarks and just as hard to remove.
Bonnie Stanard’s work has been published
most recently in The
Connecticut Review, North Atlantic Review, Eclipse, The Distillery,
The MacGuffin, Primavera, Reflections Literary Journal, The Petigru Review,
Phi Kappa Phi Forum, RE:AL, Lullwater Review, Confluence and is forthcoming
in RiverSedge, The South Carolina Review, The Awakenings Review and Lilly
Press’s The Leaf Gatherers. She lives in Columbia, South Carolina.
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