July 1, 2013 Verse Daily
Web Weekly Feature

A Skeleton, A Dawn

Who cares about the beginning. You can see
it’s attached right here. The rising sun
pulls its golden blind and inventories:
back of the skull, shoulder blades, rib
cage, pelvis. Robins, flicker. Arms
beside, legs in a line. There is a check
lately in all my answers that is incorrect,
but also a legitimate reaction, a counter-
weight for the arc. I do not like where
this is going, I say to my complete,
silent guest, suspended from the window,
nothing, nothing like us, warm in the sun.

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