night erases
these geese
my guests
my little flock
the cats catch
at loose threads
stealth unpicks
a leaf a stripe
a knotted wreath
the tight rows
ravel into flags
madder and lake
fretting the weft
by thin light
of dish moon
nail moon
potato moon
rose curls to bud
spirals to the root
to a russet hip
king in the dirt
harrassed
by sparrows
rows of sleepers
faint as ghosts
midnight renews
the pluck and tug
my unwork
my calendar
my wine dark
wave undone
a little ship
a black thread
wound on
a wooden spool
Published in Summer Stock
Martha McCollough 