Poems from bcsmith
Connected to
The body they help it soar
Out into the air
Like a bubble rising
Higher and higher
Until it pops
And the feather floats...
It’s the same exact spot
Where it happened.
Walking past it everyday
I cannot help but imagine
Another way it could have gone.
The...
The cracks in your trunk chunk together a sort of pattern,
Slivers, bits, and little segments.
Brown-sap, Green-moss and dinky faces
Are...