Still-BornStill-born moon is deliveredinto the silk-smooth hands of night.Rain on streetsteps soft like baby feet on hardwood floor.Boiling pot on my stove in my house:the boiling bubbles burst like fish eggs.I think now of her tiny cold hand placed in mine.
Still-Born
Still-born moon is delivered
into the silk-smooth hands of night.
Rain on streetsteps soft like baby feet on hardwood floor.
Boiling pot on my stove in my house:the boiling bubbles burst like fish eggs.
I think now of her tiny cold hand placed in mine.