Jumping Off: I Could Not (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 11 Nov 2020 in Art, Poems

      I Could Not   [the first of the guests uses a phrase] …that morning… She will have you join her, mourning A songbird’s nest shot scattered from a spruce Clumsy handle of her rake It is all a metaphor for loss   [the second of the guests plays about] a potent word […]