PETER YOVU from Imago
April 27, 2016 § Leave a comment
For Beauty I Wept Butterfly Pins
a small bird’s
thud against the glass
my house
closing in
spiraling
into an ear’s
galaxy
the wren’s inch
grackles gather
the enamel sound their beaks make
in my mouth
in a cave
the remains
of tiny toads
the little bones
in my ears
ring
jagged sky
above the canyon
a crack in the egg
the sky’s blue gong an orange in my hand
Ornithopter Press 2016
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