by Marissa Bell Toffoli.
Tell me a story, illustrate the clouds, make me
see what you see.
I don’t believe in empty — . That’s not
to say I’m an optimist. We left off
at the skyline. Add swallows. Flight. Heartbeats
in the flutter. Sketch the line
of an eyebrow, a small bird. When raised
is disbelief. Scenery steers our focus.
Blow the wind in;
let loose the lyric.