The Banks of the Oise, by Alfred Sisley
Children of Earth
It’s I chose
t’walk the county line
with
bundles of fruit
I’d had washed in
the cold slip of water
on private property
where these
children of earth
kissed her
had two cups black
yolk of consciousness
might be that a lawman
chafes with trespass,
warrants some fine
Yea
I don’t necessarily care
August 4, 2024
About the writer
Noah Walters is originally from Marion, Illinois. He is pursuing degrees in economics and accounting and is the 2023-2024 recipient of the Evans Harrington Creative Writing Award for Poetry at the University of Mississippi.
Further considerations
Pray at the Altar of Delusion and Haiku Suite on the Nine Muses
Look upon the simple life tinged by shades of emotions, all // of it a facade to entertain one’s own delusions.
Someone Else's Grief and Job Before the Job
By Ace Boggess
I’ve never walked in driving rain // as she does now, the noise so sudden & // vast as to become its own silence.
