Grand jeté

This entry is part 40 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

Small birds fly up
into the bare branches
of the walnut trees.

The phone rings.
Someone we know has had
another breakdown.

At the sound of my voice,
six deer delicate as ballerinas
raise their tails to leap.

Toward Noon: 3verses

Vessels Threnody

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