Palette Poetry

Yellow-beaked darters sun themselves
christlike upon mooring poles.
Pied cormorants preen their wings,
small levitations. You’d have loved

the cygnets swirling their downy
calligraphy over the lake. You’d
have loved the lake—how everything
floats and drains in its together world.

Two white ducks, likely escaped
from a ya...

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The scar on your cheek
gleams like the spine of a fish.
When I touch it,
it swims away.

The floodwater reflects
heaven at night:
black, still,
silent with bones.

In the morning worms rise
slick from the earth.
They haven’t seen the sun
since you drove your brother’s name
into dirt.

Now all that g...

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