Matthew J. Andrews

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POETRY

Holy Saturday

Sabbath streets: dust and stone

Bated breath of mist
on a mountain’s face

Silent prayer
  from the olive tree,
dew amassing on branches

The vulture, asleep

Snakeskin scattered like manna

Fish flopping
on shore, gasping
under opening sky

   In the distance: smoke and fire

A murder of crows,
pecking at sunlight

Clouds like shredded cloth

A million tiny teeth
  gnawing at the grain


Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer whose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Orange Blossom Review, Funicular Magazine, and EcoTheo Review, among others. His debut chapbook, I Close My Eyes and I Almost Remember, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. He can be contacted at matthewjandrews.com.


Photo credit: “Winter crow” by James Offer, via Flickr.com.


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