By Asheley Nova Navarro
I watch the clouds break through the swiftness,
Of breezes – it clings to one side, clicks at the other.
The wind keeps on coming, furious with might,
It looks like a woman from afar – she is angry.
She blows, and she blows, the clouds still intact.
She clicks at her heel and the rounded softness
Of that callous air keeps on coming – it does not budge,
Resists to give.
To give the woman – her oval face,
Her petal eyes, an opening –
She stops suddenly and looks
At the cloud – its body broken
At spots, as hers. She spots
A resemblance.
Asheley Nova Navarro (Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic) is a bilingual poet. Her debut poetry chapbook was published
with Bottlecap Press, and her work is published or forthcoming in the Chilean Literary Journal Copihue Poetry, Revista Digital el
Coloso, the Creative Zine, Eunoia Review, Revista Elipsis, and The Insurgence.
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