it’s so piano
this morning wind
and the gate
half opening into
bird song
and a broken shells’
blue speckled fragility
the words arriving
in their order
after the river
the stone circle
and the echo of
the fork in the way

beneath the oven sun
flat on my abdomen
receiving radiation
in my spine
spine
the heat beat
of the moment
mapping something
balancing edges
drawing inconclusions
and holding time

virginia aurora scott 6/6/2023