Courses, a poem written by Katy Santiff at Spillwords.com

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written by: Katy Santiff

@KatySantiff

 

As an island child, I would pull myself up on the crib
and look through glass-locked darkness
for reindeer to cut courses over cinder block homes.
Surely, I would see their flights–

there’d be some Comet in the harbor sky, a red nose.
How would the Round Man find us,
I wondered, thinking his firs aren’t planted on
our beach.
Did these palm trees need stringed lights?

I’d wait, watching, a student of Polynesian gleams.
It seemed that once, maybe twice,
celestial streaking meant Old Nick found Oahu.
Air Force child–they’re satellites.

Katy Santiff

Katy Santiff

Katy Santiff has written poetry in various forms all her life. She believes in densely-packed poems, preferring them to be mouthfuls when read aloud. A lifelong Marylander, she loves water-side living. She currently lives in Edgewater, Maryland with her wife. Her published poems can be found in Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine and Spillwords Press.
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