Levee in Yellow

I  know  I’ve  got  it  all

wrong. Hello,  wildness.

Nature  does   not   stop.

Even  the  toes  insistent

on defying the  flight of

life.  Head broken off at

the      neck.      Trumpet

pitched over.   The stage

is just one room. Behind

the door is a wall. In the

shoe  is  a  foot.   I  hear

horns, though they  only

became  distinct  to  me

just now, just right now,

rounding the bend.

–Emiliana Renuart

Emiliana Renuart lives in St. Louis, Missouri where she works with STL’s oldest indie bookstore. She is originally from Michigan, where she attended Kalamazoo College and worked with and advocated for young readers and writers.