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Lifeline: A YWP Project of Prose and Trees
To really feel a forest canopy we must use different senses, and often the most useful one is the sense of imagination. -Joan Maloof
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A New Hand
It is a long road from brink to brink--
An episode a night, a softly steaming cup to drink steadily from
It is no surprise that once the first apple falls-- -
A Shame Under The Divine
It is a shame to see--a heart trapped in place by divinity
A shame to continue, to honor the life, to burn the wick, revive the light
A belief is surely, now, conviction, and bred to consume, a fabric within
its brightened plume -
The sparrow
Upon my windowsill, this window by the door--a bright sparrow sat, his eyes trained onthe floor
Beside him, then, the curtains billowed from their perch, joining his eyes by the sill, peering over -
I catch the lark
I catch the lark within the day
It curves my neck toward the sky
I slip my fingers 'round its neck,
a looming figure, these of angered while
I shall be reciting these without respite, a turning of will -
The corners of the sky were white
The corners of the sky were white—the center of them blue
I curled my fingers ‘round the edges and bled frost inside them, too
I watched the sun disappear behind great walls of fog—