Judy Halebsky – Ⅰ

A thread for a nest, a word for a vein 

 

 

 

She is sending cupcakes out the window

in a basket tied with string

 

Frida stacking flowers in her hair

 

Aunt Nina scrubbing blouses back to white

 

Emily sending poems out in letters

in the needle hem of a dress

 

she is trading pinecones for cookies

feathers for scones

 

 

 

彫　心　鏤　骨

carve   heart     set      bone:

“carefully  polishing  a     poem”

 

 

 

it was later when all she could muster

was to sit at the top of the stairs

while her sister played piano below

 

it was after her nephew died

so many bottles into the sea

 

I have followed nights in moss

on the north side of trees