Ann V. DeVilbiss
Rise in me a blue dawn.
Let it glide through
my hands, guide them
to better light.
Craft me a lantern
of broken anger,
whisped wills.
The air here is
thick with souls
and I am hungry.
Bring me a fresh
yearling, weak one
with trembled feet.
I want to smell
his tender flank
before I let him go.
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Ann V. DeVilbiss has had work in BOAAT Journal, Crab Orchard Review, The Maine Review, Pangyrus, and elsewhere, with work forthcoming in Painted Bride Quarterly and Grimoire. She is the recipient of the 2017 Betty Gabehart Prize in poetry and an Emerging Artist Award from the Kentucky Arts Council. She lives and works in Louisville, Kentucky.