I look up

disappointment spires the night
lets air out of the day with a slow hiss

I swallow wishing
it hibernates beneath my ribs

who are you? what do you want?
I whisper to the megaliths

grass tips spray droplets
my passage bruising the morning

we lap beauty
animals at an oasis

the albatross sleeps on the wing
how hard can it be?

drawn by birdsong
I look up

at branches’ hosannas
crooked, reaching

Devon Balwit is a teacher and writer working in Portland, OR. She has two chapbooks forthcoming in 2017: how the blessed travel, from Maverick Duck Press, and Forms Most Marvelous, from dancing girl press. Her recent work has found many homes, among them: The Cincinnati Review, Red Earth Review, Noble / Gas Qtrly, Peacock Journal, Sweet, The Stillwater Review, Oyez ReviewThe Timberline Review, Poets Reading The News, The New Verse News, and Kindred.

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