Poetry By Ahja

Will We Fly?

Understand

Birds don’t appreciate

The skies as

Much

Instead

They dive head first

Into the intersection

Of the highway

Brush

Feathers over eyelashes

As we pray

Cut

Lips with beaks

As we chant the songs

Of children

Fly

Into the lines

Of our hands, hunting

For the soul light, the sun—

Blood, pulse, and all

Ahja Fox resides in Aurora, Colorado with her artist husband with whom she creates multimedia pieces. She is an avid reader, dancer, and a researcher of all things morbid and supernatural. Her other passion is acting as co-host/ co-partner for Art of Storytelling (a reading series in Denver). You can find her work published or forthcoming in Rigorous, The Perch, Progenitor Art & Literary Journal, Taxicab Magazine, and more.

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Previous Poems from Ahja:

Inside Ballet

Marble Chaos

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