Kin
We count the skies quiet
sun arcs around us furry fat
we bite a broth
born of smoke and ice
teethe on a nest
of stones
~ Found poem composed/modified from words in Joan Houlihan’s poem, “Us Nest Fine”
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This is glorious!
I really enjoy this one, Karen.
Wow–beautiful and sharp!
Thanks,everyone!