Sunlight floods the loft, barn chaff explodes
into the summer heat, a sparkling vapor
spirals into roof-beam shadows. A day’s work
dazzles, won’t settle, floats upward, a flood of particles


David Salner lived in West Virginia and has worked as a cab driver, power plant laborer, and machinist. His writing has appeared in Threepenny Review, Iowa Review, Prairie Schooner, Salmagundi, River Styx, Beloit Poetry Journal, and many other magazines. His third book is Blue Morning Light and features poems on the paintings of American artist George Bellows.

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