Tag: poem
Palm of Your Hand
Linoleum was cool under my small feet, kitchen walls drenched in yellow light–half-light, suppertime light light folding in on itself, dusk-foragingsundown, bird tracks tracing muskypines. You stood like a kildeer before me, sandy-brown feathery hairframing your 8 year old face, sharp shoulder bonesand feather-slips of […]
