I sleep the sleep of winter hours, the owl-
soft flight come swooping down from sovereign dark
when grass bends windward where a small vole prowls;
alight as if one bright—one fallen star…
—Awake from slumbering like an April bear
who licks the afterbirth and dewy pelt
of newborn cubs, then carries them off elsewhere
to swipe the first ripe blackberries in snowmelt.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 21, Issue 4.
Will Cordeiro has work appearing or forthcoming in Best New Poets, The Cincinnati Review, Copper Nickel, Poetry Northwest, Sycamore Review, The Threepenny Review, Zone 3, and elsewhere. Will co-edits the small press Eggtooth Editions and teaches in the Honors College at Northern Arizona University.
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