Poplars sway in the wind against the day’s final sheet of blue sky.
The sun makes orange streaks on the uppermost branches.
The wind whooshes, a hushed, surging sound, almost lonely.
Or maybe it’s the sound of cars on the main road, commuters rushing home from work.
The poplars turn to ash as the sun sets.
Small Stone, Day 6, Writing Our Way Home
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Christine Swint’s poems have appeared in Calyx, Birmingham Poetry Review, Slant, a Journal of Poetry, Tampa Review, Heron Tree, Ekphrasis, and others. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best New Poets, and she has won first place prizes from the Georgia Poetry Society and Agnes Scott College. Her first collection, Swimming This, was published in 2015 by FutureCycle Press. She teaches first-year composition at a metro-Atlanta university and writes about poetry, art, hiking, and yoga at Balanced on the Edge, https://balancedonedge.blog
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