Song with Peacock
       

Considering how a subject becomes an object without voice,

the trees bear their singular disturbance

as if they never existed apart

Their boughs together in rain-held motion, and your mind

requiring passage only thinks

the passage of time

The peacock with jeweled neck that dashes beneath branches

How you wish to feed his tentative throat your subject

without voice, his wings chalk the windows

like a residue of grief

Considering how the trees frame a subject alone in her voice

—flowering, interrupting the bird

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from Borrowed Wave
Kore Press
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