"this is not a poem (exactly)"

Tess Ezzy

this is not a poem (exactly)

but a leaf-fall of words unclaimed—

(dear dirt) how softly you

listen

and when wind folds the gumtrees into

parentheses (yes)

what survives is

breath—

a syntax of birds unsinging

        •       

meanwhile:

Calla walks thru rain’s lowercase

and writes a cloud into her pocket

(a sentence of dew)

Orion maps stars in the dark of the page,

his footnotes wet with ash

        •       

don’t say hope,

say root

don’t say beauty,

say scar

climate speaks in fracture—

in murmur,

in shiver,

in wait

        •       

the fire is (still) coming

but

so is

poem

(and what’s the difference,

really?) 

More from Tess Ezzy ↓

• @themoodyproject_ on Instagram
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You can listen to me read Cross Roads by Tess @rembrandts.cure on Instagram.