★ ★ ★ ★


The Deafening Sound of Blue Angels

Revisiting Seattle, riding the 120 bus
A woman falls asleep on the headrest
between Ambaum and Pine.

Split up hills amidst the beating
grayed pigeon wings which
bring her dreams years back

to the brunt grape night when
butterfly kisses met the sunrise
in a boy’s Burien basement.

The day after, Piroshky, chai, and watching
blue angels scoop their streaks in the sky.
She fathomed running away

to the land of punk rock,
and he told her about all-night diners,
drugs, and the freedom

of public transportation. They waited
for a bus, their coins struck the fountains depths,
wished only for each other––

in another basement west
of Redmond, his first kiss,
not hers. They got each other

for a moment, hands
cupped together
on the bus seat home.

Elizabeth R. Hitchcock is an Alaskan-grown poet living in Sparks, Nevada. Her poem, ‘The Deafening Sound of Blue Angels’ comes from a collection on dreams and dreaming. You can find her work in several print and online publications, including Furrow Magazine, The Linnet’s Wings, Rogue Agent Journal, Common Ground Literary Magazine, and The Columbia Review.