Today's poem is by Haley Lasché

[owl flies after murder]
       

owl flies after murder

low coins of feathers spent at dusk

rare underworld of shag ice

mistaken for glass intrudes

upon this stillness

hook of beak-pushed-snow

hill sown to missing palette

another old fence post

nest of cork crystal

molding from spruce

the talon net singed

at the phellem of wings

blister of leaves

furrowing the dead

to surface

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