A girl spills
out of bone
thin as birch
startled
Her voice
turns the bowl
on its edge
Watch for
eggs in the snow
untold fortunes
filling up the bowl
In heaven
she takes the shape
of memory
Here, the history
of touch the
miracle of arms
around us
My god
this carriage ride
long as the sleeve
of an angel.
Originally Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 2.
