It does not equal a ¼ cup,
a soft boil,
a bird in a hand.
If one of the two bluebirds
we saw flee into the trees
had rested in my palm,
I would have stopped
breathing for fear
of brushing
it away.
Breathe, they told me,
try to relax,
your body knows
what to do next.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 26, Issue 2.
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