Friday, January 15, 2021

Like a key
terror goes

sliding out of
but echo
into calm

A deer’s sleeping
some cardinals
flurry around

Cream streetlights
glare off ice

and city haze
trains an eye
to skim

to startle
at the divine
traffic signal’s
burning face
I pass

This blank
I show
was made

Out of the gone
a little of it

and its palm
I trace
new words in

Friday, January 15, 2021