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Isaac Rankin
Tilt
I read that Earth’s precise tilt
of 23.5º
causes the seasons
thus life exists
and for now
We’re here
When February rain
badgers our little house
and skeleton trees
quiver in the wind
I’m hopeful that earth
is still a spinning phoenix
That the violets
will awake one night
while I sleep
and give the signal
All clear
Then everything
beyond this window
will rise from the dead
and bring me
along for the ride
About the Author
Isaac Rankin lives in Charlotte, NC, where he works as a financial adviser. His poems, creative nonfiction, and short stories have appeared in the Indianapolis Review, Potomac Review, William & Mary Review, and other places. His first collection of poetry, Wonderings, was recently published by Main Street Rag Publishing Company.
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