Rae Armantrout, 8 October 2020
Nothing to see here.
Pine cones litterthe gutters.
Whose turn is itto blow on the mirror,mama?
Each pushes forwardin her wild eagernessto take partin a ritual.
‘Is this that thingabout fireflies?’
We use similes to showthings are connected –
and they are,just not in the ways we say.
A hole in fresh dirtsurrounded by orange conesinto whicha crow peers,hops...