Cento Drawn with a Shiny Glisten
Outside my window the world is falling.
First the leaves followed by stars, then sky,
A boat toward an orgy of waves outranks anchor, so we are far from the field
green detects and takes. Marked card of a field.
We’ll catch nothing this way.
When the sky finds its footing there will be
nothing left standing. Nothing
left to fly-away like things we want to have.
a kind of residue,
half what you’ve collected
half what’s always been.
ages, species, we’d find us
birds of a feather
you are the silver
lining in my cloud, emu
we flock together
though tired to my core
i stay to wait, your famous
light a dull note filtered out
and unaware of risks attending warmth:
October and its many ironies.
But closeness is pain. Where did I begin
and where did they end? Somewhere
around the third tune
Skull-kept, three modes of mind wander like radio.
That jade blue of your eyes: a risk in three cities
forever through trees
and briars—but why break
cobwebs as I watch?
Crescendo, shh and hum, went round until
I lost my breath, lay down.
In a minor key, everything rains
And one by one, or maybe more, we wave goodbye.
What hands will close around us then? Only the sun?
Not long until morning comes
like the squid that flashes electric blue
when from out of nowhere,
the parakeet chirps like a lion:
O emerald, forgive me,
Amy Small-McKinney*Kristi Maxwell*Evan Commander*Brett Price*Sophia Kartsonis*Caleb Adler*Ann Fine*Joe DeLong*Lesley Jenike*Cynthia Arrieu-King*Joshua Butts*Erica Dawson*Stephanie Rogers*Heather Hamilton*Jillian Weise*Matt Hart (title by Hannah Reck)