Morning Air by David Chorlton

Pollution rests softly

on the city’s outskirts

where desert shades

into mountains

brushed onto the horizon

by early sun.

                  The view ahead

is almost oriental,

so subtly do the blues

recede from each range

to the next, until

rock becomes sky,

                            and the sky

keeps on rising

like breath with wings.


David Chorlton, a longtime resident of Phoenix after spending his first thirty years in Manchester and Vienna before moving to the New World. His newest published book is BIRD ON A WIRE from Presa Press, and The Bitter Oleander Press recently published SHATTER THE BELL IN MY EAR, his translations of poems by the Austrian, Christine Lavant.

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