Kate Deimling

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Weijing Yang

I left my village at age seven
but always carried it with me.
Flocks of birds skimmed
the hills at dusk, the sky
like a ripening peach.
Fish slid past my feet
pressing pebbles in the cool river.
Pine trees trembled in the wind
saying you are leaving soon.

Kate Deimling is working on a series of poems called "Shades" about the dead residents of a fictional town. Her poetry has appeared in Slant, Tar River Poetry, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Shot Glass Journal, Sheila-Na-Gig, and elsewhere. She lives in Brooklyn and is associate poetry editor for Bracken magazine. Find her online at www.katedeimling.com.