Light slat // leaf quake cat perched in its lonely wooden tower birdsong taunting Light slat // hive whir the sudden metropolis that gnats make try to watch just one it hovers until houdini Light slat // old growth the smell of honey probably fungus moss dry this time of year ground crackling Light slat // soft breath angle impossible and yet she’s spotlit the sun too tilting to see
This poem made me smell the cool humidity of morning. I love “too tilting to see”, as it felt like a mother peering around a corner to try and see what her children were doing, but they were already out of view.
This poem made me smell the cool humidity of morning. I love “too tilting to see”, as it felt like a mother peering around a corner to try and see what her children were doing, but they were already out of view.