
Gold
When I see river currents flow from south to north, and from north to south, to north to south, all in a sweep
In a twinkle and flicker of dance play upon the river
I'm reminded, the uneven block of resistance cast over unseen gifts in grey-white are no match for this magnetic propensity to draw out its opposite.
Specks
Fleck
Flick, and continue to dive, and erupt into a dance play over the river.
Kintsugi liquid spills through broken cracks and crevices, highlighting the pieces that remain.
In the allowing, and through the pouring of strands, the moons crevices are highlighted.
Dependent upon clear skies, pre-sunset at Lake St. Clair,
it’s breath, is a fuzzy outline over a flock of goslings in synchronized steps behind their matriarch.
About the Creator
Amy White
Amy White is a member of Bkejwanong, unceded Anishinaabeg Territory and has works published in Canada and the US. She's a 2019 MFA Graduate of the Institute of American Indian Arts Creative Writing Program.




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