Bottom, Falling
Through that window you see another bird
rising, unlabeled, unwanted, yet noticed.
A limb’s last leaf. The boy’s breath.
Like the morning after your father died,
when temperature didn’t register
and heat shallowed through the morning’s
end. Still you shivered. Glass. Wind.
Night’s body. How to calibrate nothing’s
grace? Take notes. Trace its echo. Try.
“Bottom Falling” was published in Into the Void in October 2016, and is included in my chapbook, From Every Moment a Second.
O at the Edges 
One step at a time.
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Always!
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Lovely, slicing poem.
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Thank you, Lisa. Much appreciated.
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WOW!
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So pleased it resonated! Thank you.
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It did–you’re most welcome.
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How to calibrate nothing’s grace! A great line…
Dwight
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Glad you liked it, Dwight. Thank you.
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Very graceful. Theme perfectly matched to form and language.
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Thanks, Craig. This was written in response to a handwritten note a friend sent.
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