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A Poem by Julia McMullen

Can blue be thick like fog?

Above the golden plains,

the sky is heavy with the weight

of what it’s holding, dark

swirled in about the light of day—

a solemn in between.

The cold is thick as blue, the clouds

an answer for the bitter wind

as if they seek to blanket us, but

fall short, hovering.

I pretend I’m in a fort, like one I made

as a child. I dance beneath the somber

sky, arms raised up like Atlas,

though the weight I carry is drawn

up like breath, a song unsung within

my lungs, full of promise.

Tomorrow clouds will part and sun

will seek the grass again, and air

will once again be clear and bright.