another poem from my chapbook, published through the lovely Bottlecap Press!
available here: all of the light of all of our selves, all at once
flock
barelegs on
the back
porch before
snow, a generous
flock of birds
sings in a key
sugar-sweet to
the touch
a clapping of
wings that
sweeps the salt
from the sky–
your hands
form a bowl
to collect the
gifts as they
cascade but
they melt
at the very
sight of you
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