by Meredith Weiers
Turkey vultures hunch
in pines, annual shadows
on the year’s X-ray. We
exhume bone china, gift
the porcelain hand
bell a clapper tongue.
On the lace-veiled
table, a rice grain fidgets
in its salt-shaker vault.
on the year’s X-ray. We
exhume bone china, gift
the porcelain hand
bell a clapper tongue.
On the lace-veiled
table, a rice grain fidgets
in its salt-shaker vault.