branches – other animals

where the skin grows thin a sharp moon pokes through bare branches

(First published in Heliosparrow.)

and woke. At the forest’s center parting branches

I believe the lie a plastic bag caught in bare branches

old branches tipped with light green every part of me goes for a stroll

branches just budding saying hello though I didn’t mean to

bare branches the house that celebrated every holiday

bright spots on the branches the last drops of rain hold on

the branches darken on every corner a murder

light snow on thin branches I catch and release the fly