PK POETRY LIST - ANTHOLOGY

 

 

SARAH SLOAT

 

 

Bracelets

 

We were playing gypsies

when it began,

the children and I -

stringing glass beads

and bells on twine.

Pulling thread through our trinkets,

we barely glanced up

as it started slow,

plinking like coins

in the metal bucket out back.

With a rumble

the clouds unwound

and draped the sky in silver.

I went out to wind in the awnings

trailed by the gypsy chain.

The drainpipes swayed,

leaves rippled

as the gypsies lifted

cupped hands to the sky,

and came away

in bracelets of rain.

 

 

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