who notices
the moment the sun dips
below the bough?
who notices
the moment the sun dips
below the bough?
a steady
ache or the sharp cry
of ice breaking
the least
of all compliments: “you do
a lot”
prismatic—
memory and time, never
agreeing
education
like a sidewalk’s trash—
our neglect
detritus
like cargo washed off deck
and swept ashore
against
all the other events that
never echoed
what
accident made her name
anticipation?
holding it
and the animals once
surrounding it
sometimes
it’s hard to see triumph
as the harder thing