That Day on Sullivan Street

By Kelli Lage

in my father’s cherry red car / we sailed down the faithful road / that cut through
my hometown / my ears buzzed with the promise / of hearing my grandmother’s voice / the golden sun outlined her maple tree / where the tired swing sprung roots / as my scuffed shoes met her driveway / the blond of the sun turned crisp / the edge of earth now buttered and baked / my skin licked by butterscotch light / then without roaring clouds / or chills pulled from the spine of midnight / streams tapped on tin roofs / in that place of showers mingling and then bolding fully diving into sunshine / I found daydreams could live in the same place as / scraped knees and dried tears / on the eves when snow sticks in my throat / and I long to hear the honeyed chorus / of hazel eyes and undented youth / I hold my palms out / and feel the river revival / that the horizon spews

Kelli Lage lives in the Midwest countryside with her husband, and their dog, Cedar. Lage is currently earning her degree in Secondary English Education. Lage states she is here to give readers words that resonate. Awards: Special Award for First-time Entrant, Lyrical Iowa.