parabola

Ivanna Baranova

I like the way the house looks
before the mountains
newly dusted

 

stripped down to gradient , falling
now the sun sets
my walk half-speed

 

cuing the day’s last sound
under black sky waving
readily orchestral
adoring the lullaby of dark

 

crayon angels urge quiet excitement but
even the trees beg the birds for sound

 

consecutively drifting
I remember illusions , their etymology
no words now only grace

 

when fault reveals a perfect answer
minimum immorality
the star of indifference receding
sharing a single inconclusive dream

 

soon the route of love is sleeping
wake crying , it seems true :
I will always believe life’s
devastated appeal

 

certainty , muted again by necessity

 

behind me there is too much to take
which is why , now I must steal

Ivanna Baranova is a poet living in Los Angeles. She is the Creative Communications Coordinator at The Poetry Project and author of Continuum (2023) and Confirmation Bias (2019), both available from Metatron Press.