The Adirondack Review

Flushed

Running the Highline,
a fleeting thought
of the threat of lions,

turn my head to find
the dogs chasing one.
Tail stretched out long,

a comet through my heart.

It ran; the dogs were safe,
just this painful weight
of coincidence

to bear back down
the mountain.
The thought and then

the conjured beast,
the liquid leap
to the tree and then

the long run down,

through all those years
of running through woods,
sensing but not seeing.


Claudia Putnam
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
CLAUDIA PUTNAM lives among the Indian Peaks of Colorado. Her work can be found online at Facets, Switched-on Gutenberg, Conte, and Literary Mama. It also appears or will soon appear in many print journals, including Weber: The Contemporary West, Artful Dodge, Flint Hills Review, Rock & Sling, Roanoke Review, MARGIE, RHINO, Cimarron Review, California Quarterly, Tar Wolf Review, and elsewhere.