Free Verse
from Hesitant Commitments
Postcards from your hideaway in
Scotland
You write that I'm a bird, hungry
for the wind, alive in my mouth, the sun
scrolling my shoulders, come daybreak.
You want me to nest, be your hearth, warming
you, my heartbeat to be your tambourine
jangling along the impatient hills and moors.
You wish my voice to soothe the ravens
that stretch mourning bands around your cottage
during this isolation from each other.
I send you notes on cast-away
newspapers, the backs of torn photos,
once, on the side of a fallen leaf.
I mail feathers, freshly picked flowers,
a shell shaped like a bugle.
This is me, I tell you.
This is who I am.
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Hesitant Commitments
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