ice – other animals

scratching at an image an inch beneath the ice of my chest

(First published in Heliosparrow.)

what would it sound like
to walk out on the sound

gulls chase
gulls for a bit

that sound
breathing
needles

so I hope for green
through the still black
door to see color to
burst into bloom into
color burst and burst

what thoughts I would have liked
putting them on a shelf or

but what would it sound like
opening my mouth the way

the white heron hides its neck
am I too late

do I keep
taking notes on sheets of ice

the worm pulling the strings. Over creaking ice, stumbling

the button we never
pressed fish under ice

starlings synchronize in salmon clouds over ice

searching for gods in the light of ice-covered trees

the ice wind inside. Having written the date I force myself

for to say something today at wholesale but what if even the right time cubes of ice fall I imitate the throat of one of the greats and greyer to a lumpy bed

under the moon ice crystals on the old black notebook

autumn leaves like me trapped under ice