Take a Sip By Elijah Rokos

Each grey tree

a sharpened claw to gouge the sun,

every wall of the mountains a brittle
and black paycheck.


     The bears rendezvous

in the dumpster, snouts stuffed
in carry-out, and they don’t close

their eyes anymore.


The elk departed

in the road, too sudden to avoid,
is pummeled by tentative tires

and feverish tears.


Somewhere in the gnarled roots

of the ponderosa pines,
there lies the Fountain of Youth

and someone has pissed in it.


Elijah Rokos is an English major. He enjoys tea, gardening, and reading.


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