voice – other animals

too
fine
to
nestle
in
this
dream
your
small
hours
snowfall
voice

(First published in Bones.)

I.
His clothes so out of fashion you wonder
if the gentle breeze from the willow will
shatter him into an ant hill of teeth
and trinkets you can sell at the market

II.
Your fabled jewel that could
end the conflict but when
you tell the story drops
of blood fall from your hand

III.
Tended with a heat gentle as
breath until the crow bubbles up
soon you will understand her voice
as though you too were from the moon

a voice intrudes as you awake parked outside with the lights on for a lunar month

always the passive voice for the stories of these stones

My device displays the estimated time it will take to finish this chapter 29 minutes to 32 to 43 minutes a minute later. I see the children of my children’s children and the joy on their faces as they finish the prologue.

Saturn at dawn on the wind could be my voice as a child

for each spice I use the catbird finds a new voice

softly from deep inside the fog the voice that wants me dead

spots on the sun her voice goes on forever