when bird i dreamed i walked
upright like woman to fall
beneath tree under branch
after their singing stopped
& upright like her i braced back
into song to call her lost to calling
them
back beneath shade beneath branch
to revive her and rising she only
took up song again, with all words
wronged
upright, back braced, throwing
notes
to land gone from sense or syntax
to cries beyond
meaning, obscured shades beneath
that branch
she lost the lines between her limbs
now they are gone
from sense or syntax, losing herself
to loss beyond
the beyonds, as her grandmother had,
beyond hope,
becoming something else, enough
light to make shade
like the dead, leaving––leaves beneath
each living branch
each branch like a river she knew
when him once
before her body into dirt was enough
to carry the lost
song from beyond that ancient branch
from bird
to whatever gave her syntax sense,
from loss, to carry
from the last she knew, the song
no one sings anymore
to rest in shade, believing you can
still make a soul from dead
leaves if you leave
it all.

Oh, my friend, the devastating beauty of this. Your mastery of syntax that brings to the light the darkness and digs sharp claws into my soul
Love to you, friend.
❤️❤️❤️
Stacey – thanks for the beauty❤️.
Dear Carolyn, thank YOU. xoxo