three birds, two birds, canyon updrafts
six birds, a hawk chased by crows, in your air, a cloud
countless leaves, countless blades of grass
countless particles of clay and mica and phosphorus
countless words you spoke invisible
countless wheels in countless dying stars
the words you spoke hidden
in the throats of birds

Meredith Stricker | Dear Silence >>
Contents | Mudlark No. 54  (2014)