i string them on
a telephone wire
black birds
often angry
often shouting at
one another
more than often
utterly absent
black line
in the night sky
your far away
window
singing to me
again
bluebonnets
5 Augi unfurled it
over time
smoothed it
across my lap
watched the ends of it
curl up defiantly
stroked hope’s beautiful
head and
i carried it in my
ribcage until
you said
forever
i can do that
in this life and every
one after
there it sprang
from my throat
a gentle trembling
golden
songbird
show
me
faint scar
28 Juli think about
how your garden
grew so tall
waved beautifully
in the summer breeze
how your fruit
tasted
when perfectly ripe
how your blossoms
burst forth and in what
season they perfumed best
how even in the purpling
of the night sky
your crops always whispered
my
name
