April 9th Poem--NaPoWriMo

April 9th Poem--NaPoWriMo


the whole story


dim wall [of light]
sun, nape, sun, hillsides
orange sky [above] orange woods


granite and bone
the cracked and cross-legged branches
whip the windshield like a chain
the pulse of ice and rain
knuckles of sun
purpled branches


before branches
before the lung
twisted
the hem of her skirt [brought] balance [to] the earth


mother, outside in the rain
perched under the eaves with dark wings
[March’s] foggy windows
trees rubbing together like thighs
the crazed, open sky
thin and yellowed