Friday, June 12, 2020

Kokako, Number 32, April 2020

nesting swan
a crack of light seeps
under our door


icicles grow
from the ground up . . .
rusted gutter


our fingers
scented with tobacco,
we hand-roll
mom's smokes and sing
long into the night


three sisters
wrapped in a quilt
of belonging
on the porch swing
we leave space for her . . .

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