Waiting on Spring

This torn and flattened brush
last year’s tumbleweeds
that failed to tumble, leavings
of the desert, a rash
raised from dust, 
the hum of recycled air, a catch
in my lover’s inhale, the fold
inside what isn’t said--
consider
how time unfolds truth, the crane
again only paper,
creased from a bird’s barreling heart, the heart
failing to tumble, the leavings, the hum, the burden
of soil under the rain--
rash, unfastened--
crocus, wild sage.

                                published 2011 in Best New Poets 2010


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