Another chance for naked
thought escapes into a threatening
sky before it tips
into night. Nothing comes
of the gusts. What blows
over wasn’t as transparent
as she wished. Dangling
power lines frighten her
now as they did when
she ran all the way to the point
for a slow spin.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
I’ve just found your blog and have been browsing. I find your poems very enjoyable – often puzzling or teasing, but I’m sure you mean them to be that – and generally mysterious and haunting. I like them!
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John: Thanks so much for taking a look at my blog and your kind words. I see you have one too–I’m also enjoying exploring your poems. Happy writing! –Amy
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