Tuesday, April 5, 2022


Another fragile 
April sky: thin uniform
of silver—

the kind 
which is both 
luminous and somber,

and nowhere at 
the very same time—

might yet darken 
and descend, cursing 
afternoon with evening,

or crack to wide blue 
and unfurl its 
smiling riches—

on whether one
very certain word

which is, at this moment, 
being whispered 
down here 

by one wounded person 
to the ear 
of another 

has been willfully filled 
with scalpels 
or stitches.