A Study Of Skeletons / A Cherry Tree Picked Clean

same as any other spring the crow beaks drip red
and a wishbone is bleaching on the window sill -
it’s nothing like blood, I know that now.

I am kept up early by the dry snap of branches
and the deer collapsed on roadside lupines
licking at their wounds.

I’ve held a lot of hands and therefore a lot of bones -
I can tie cherry stems in my mouth I just can’t
do it while you watch.


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