Tree-limbs lavishly
people Russel square
while rootless students
bury into the other
or into binders. Errant puffs
of pollen eddy about, and one
falls into my eye as I
descend bleary and weary
from a day at the library.
I drop onto the line,
and to my left, a child, face
speckled by black scabs, is held
in his father’s lap. The older women
across from us compete
for the attention of his look,
but from the corner, his eyes
glacier into view. As I exit,
the yellow flare at the center
of my eyes extinguishes,
a spider web shimmers
clear before it catches a leaf
and cool shade arrives.
Andrew Rader Hanson is a native of Florida, and he took an interest in writing and literature and recently completed studies at UCL in London. He now lives in Miami, where among other things he works at a law firm, fishes on weekends, enjoys photography, lifts weights, and voraciously reads history, philosophy, and poetry. He has recently been accepted by The Broadkill Review, Clackamas Review, Ekphrastic Review, Streetlight Review, Birmingham Arts, and more.
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