Molly Peacock reads
I Watched a Wonder, a Bright Marauder
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I watched a wonder, a bright marauder, bearing its booth between its horns. An etched ship of air, a silver sky-sliver, it lugged a month’s loot from its rain on time to build a great bower from all it brough back —if only it might make plunder into art. Climbing the sky-cliffs rose another wonder its dazzle known to all dwillers on earth. It seized with spoils and drove the silver creature with all its wrecked wishes off to the west (hurling back insults as it hurried home). Dust rose to heaven. Dew fell on earth. Night went forth. Nothing afterward then. No man knew how to map its path. Listen to more readings from The Word Exchange »