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Happy Birthday, Amelia Earhart

The sea is resting now, birds circle quietly as waves simmer softly
on the rocks. The sun arcs into a heavy cloud and somewhere here

is a woman who loves the water, loves the way the wind feels on her
skin. She watches the blue change to gray to an offwhite eggshell

and wants to paint it; capture it for her sons, for her yet-to-be-born
grandchildren; even for the husband who doesn’t notice how cracks

in the sky close for lightning. She knows the lure of flight, the lure
of beauty; the possibilities that live in a moment. I want to disappear

in a green, green blade of grass, into a clear mist of rain; to the place
on the beach where she rests her head.

ALEX STOLIS has had poems published in numerous journals. He is the author of Justice for All (Conversation Paperpress), a chapbook based on the last words of Texas Death Row inmates, and A Cabal of Angels (Red Bird Chapbooks), a collaborative chapbook with artist Susan Solomon. An e-chapbook, From an iPod found in Canal Park; Duluth, MN, was also recently released by Right Hand Pointing. He has been the recipient of five Pushcart Nominations and lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
• Authors receive ~80% of your tip, after necessary transaction and administrative fees. Even small change makes a difference. • This poem can be found in Footnote: A Literary Journal of History #1. • Permalink • Tag: The Spark, Amelia Earhart Day

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