Sunday at the Boat Building School

When a garden of amputees feels
the rudderless shadow of a seagull,

the accelerated permission
of the bird wakes up

loose and right and disobedient,
dipping into the uneven light

where our besotted wasp, not
ours at all, chews wet wood.

Copyright © 2009 C. E. Perry All rights reserved
from Night Work
Sarabande Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission