by Cassie Ridgway
Luster so yellow sweet
Soil down, and up
white silhouettes—bugs dart beams.
2. Whispering, “please, oh please” to air
oh thing that fear cannot unbind
if it hears a desperate plea, it is at least listening.
3. Intoxication because in the moments before
hitting the water
Icarus smiles at the sun.
4. Animal love.
5. Song that understands; how it seduces
over and over;
it is a lover we cannot be with
6. A lighthouse casting a shivering slice
through undulating fog;
the mariner catching it in a glass sphere.
7. Pages and pages of crumbling yellowed words
my grandmother at eighteen
believes in crackling radio broadcasts.
8. The lover, how he stretches, and in his slumber
rests his hand upon the breast.
Now is slipping into the chill of morning
Still, his dreams, a Grecian urn preserving her.
9. When dying words are unselfish,
“try to be happy,” or “smile, my love.”
10. When trees creak
like whale songs,
the forest philharmonic.
11. Awaking to snow
it covers churning streets with impenetrable silence
and we play, in the stillness, and its been years.
12. The painter, how he cannot stop
with birds and feathers
plumage plucked from the wing of an osprey.
He considers himself from birds eye view.