Tuesday, July 30, 2019

The Cherita, May 2019

Issue: "morning light"

my cheek

rests against
your heart

I listen
to the warm blood
of you

you are

as inscrutable
as snow

I have
never known
how to love you


your saltwater voice
anchors me

when I founder
on the rocks
of this sorrow

the birds

have not returned
and yet . . .

these white
unfurling wings
of snowdrops

cornflower sky

I let go
of the birds

my ribcage
and sing

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