For the Sake of Birds



the end of life                      takes

 

all lives                                 with it

 

                bathe her

                                in stone
                                             catch heart

                feed her

                                             she heals

 

                feed her

 

she sings                             she sings

 

a mothers achy song

 

& a body

              such  rot

                              the carcass


 

a damaged                          bird

 

her hands
 

purple

                lilacs

"Time Bleeding Through" - Larry D. Thacker

Month of Wildfire


storm is slow moving
both heat & dried out
douglas fir wait
for late sky
to singe needle & wood
this is your mind now
idle smell of smoke & sage

Sarah Schaff is an emerging writer from Boise, Idaho. Contrary to popular opinon, she does not like potatoes.

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