Recoil


By Kindra McDonald

The corn had not been cut before the dove season
so temperate was the summer
my heart got caught doing something
right.
Early morning crack dawn clatters open
feathers spin to earth in lazy circles
spilling shots from shadows
shoulder hurt from the kick
blood on the tattered white.
Corn shaking their bent heads
No.
The wind found me
on my knees in supplication
cheek wet with dew
with doubt.


Kindra McDonald received her MFA from Queens University of Charlotte. She teaches poetry at The Muse Writers Center and is an adjunct writing professor and doctoral student. She is the author of Concealed Weapons published by ELJ and Elements and Briars published by Red Bird Chapbooks. She changes hobbies frequently.

Photo credit: Adrianne Mathiowetz

Photo credit: Adrianne Mathiowetz