Today's poem is by Joni Wallace
Exposure with Owls
Soft piping of an owl, two owlets, in the pine.
Low violet above, impromptu,
a mare's-tail formation at the edge of sight.
Look, look, I say, and they do.
My body, my skin. My spine.
Swoop, a swooping, but mum.
As if nothing is there.
Movement of blood through arteries.
Copyright © 2017 Joni Wallace All rights reserved
from Kingdom Come Radio Show
Barrow Street Press
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