Conjure: double yellow sliver moons
transversing the horizon  

the sacral spine of a sycamore
rattles the night sky,  

the face of water knows
& throws light, pools shadows  

a hummingbird’s tongue—
intention &  absorption  

a body thirsts, burns with questions  
of bone, breath, plead, feel  

vowels, a story of flow, lungs, lips
& throat, roots tunneling through soil  

~ A found poem created from words in the poem “Prayer to the Charcoal Dusk” by Felicia      Zamora