Kemry Farthing
They say you came right from heaven
but landed underwater first
and it took the party three days to find you
When scraping wasn’t enough
I offered to call your name
When you still didn’t come
I figured you were hiding, one, two, three—
we counted to one hundred and fifteen
and found you under a bridge
the perfect spot
to dance until your eyes turned blue
like the rest of you
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Kemry Farthing is mother to an eleven-month-old, who was, in fact, not named after the singer Donovan. She lives in Virginia between two massive willow oaks. She writes poetry and middle grade adventure fiction, and enjoys hand piecing quilts to relieve stress.